Could you please pretend,
For one night,
That you're in love with me?

Cuddle up next to me,
But not like last time;
Like you're here for me,
Not just coincidentally

Turn your gaze toward me
With a look of deep content
And a twist of sweet happiness
And kiss me back this time
When I kiss you on the cheek

Hold my hand
And move your fingers,
Caressing mine,
And making me feel
As adored as you are

I remember when you told me
about a guy you met
with whom you had a connection
from the outset
He looked at you with a look
you'll never forget
When he spoke,
you heard the truth
about the stardust you came from
Who knows
where the star came from,
but you came from it
Why did you run from him?
As beautiful as you are,
it only would have taken a look
It would have been a look
he'd never forget
And you could have both kept
remembering it together
until the very end
And I can't understand
Why did you run from it?

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People are more likely to believe in the supernatural—God, angels, or miracles—when they feel lonely than when they don't, according to new research out of the University of Chicago. The team of researchers also found that people alleviate loneliness by anthropomorphizing —turning objects into people that can keep them company. "When people lack a sense of connection with other people, they are more likely to see their pets, gadgets, or gods as humanlike," says Nicholas Epley, an assistant professor of behavioral science at the University of Chicago’s Graduate School of Business and one of the study's authors.
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So where is this made
up object known
as God when I'm
more lonely than
I've ever
been in
my life?

When the
Most enjoyment
I can
Get out of life is
By
Cutting up my
Non-poetic
Lines of
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The most annOYing
Wa
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Possibl
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Kno
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I'
M
Pretty
****

I could stay up like I always do
Browse the web
Read or write a poem or two
Continue with the cycle:
Long for meaning,
Get eaten by pain,
Fail to sleep,
Barely get through work,
Repeat
But tonight, instead,
I'll just go to bed

No wonder you couldn't have a conversation with me
No wonder you can't even respond to the email I wrote you
Not that I expected it to be welcomed with open arms
But it's months later and I'm still piecing together your lies
And I'm sure the truth is even worse than what I've discerned
Congratulations. You're the biggest liar I've ever known.
And something is deeply wrong with me
That I fell in love with you.

sometimes I write
so I can obsess
over lines
instead of the
****** feelings
written inside

You're welcome for holding you,
Whether it was comfortable or not

You're welcome for listening
Your simplest complaints,
Your smallest victories,
I bore them all in my heart

You're welcome for suffering through
My loneliness for you

You're welcome for my words,
Silent, spoken, and true
I never lied to you, about you

You were my girl;
I wish it were still true
Because in spite of it all,
I still love you