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She's very much alive
But she is dead to me
The decision wasn't mine
She wanted to be
A tombstone in my mind
A grave inside my heart
A perpetual funeral
That has no end or start
There is no wreath to set
No flowers to lay
The only place that this exists
Is buried in my wake
Days and months of not talking to you
At first I don't think I could make it
Because I'm used to talking to you everyday,
Waking up in the morning and the first thing to check was your message
Before falling asleep the last thing to do was to text you goodnight.
After months of not doing that I thought I'd be fine.
I thought I'd be used to not talking to you.
But then after months,
You beeped me.
And while reading the message
I realized that the months of not talking to you are all useless
All of the feelings that I tried to get rid of
suddenly appears again
Why do you need to do that?
 Nov 2015 Sweet Despair
ThePoet
They don't know how it feels

to awake every morning,
and all they can wonder is
why they had even awoken

They don't know how it feels

to pick up all of their pieces,
and put them back together
but still feel like they're broken

They don't know how it feels

to say all that they can say,
and still feel like there's more
but every word has been spoken

They don't know how it feels

to go to sleep every night,
and the only hope they have
is that their eyes will not open

©
Take time
to wrap your arm
around a child
warm against your chest
teach him to train his eyes
on falling leaves

Take time
to point your finger
toward squirrels dancing
across branches to their
nest-home perched
atop the tulip poplar
towering over the back yard

Take time
to trace a
two year old hand
outline each finger
leave living imprints
beyond mere paper
into the next
generation
* please suggest a better title, thanks for the suggestions.  I am going with Take Time, suggested by Harry Randle-Marsh
 Nov 2015 Sweet Despair
Diane
After a year, you talk
Like I was
Already alright.

I am. I am now better.

But I was enough
For you to think
That you have
Enough ears, enough eyes
To look at you.
feel you
Touch you



I was mesmerized
By the idea
That you were
More than enough...

You were a dream.
were..

I should be happy,
I should be okay

maybe these are the same thoughts in your pretty little head

Thing is I'm okay
I'm alright

I'm better now.

**Alive.
 Aug 2015 Sweet Despair
Mikayla
I’ll be the first to say,

that I’m okay.

You were my best love,

and worst heart break.

Why didn’t you tell me,

you weren’t okay?

This can’t be happening to me.

When you left me for her,

I was the last to know.

Why didn’t you tell me,

you no longer loved me?

I would have let you go.

I’ll be the first to say,

that I’m okay.

But now,

— The End —