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writing with a
cigarette in hand

writing with a
stain on my shirt

writing with a
bruise on my lip

trying to pretend
that your words
never hurt


sleeping with out
you

dreaming of good
times

drinking glasses
of malt whiskey

walking through dark
alleys with you
on my mind


I cannot get
past you

no matter how
hard i try

now every hello
i’ve said since you
left

tastes of your
eyes in that
moment you said
goodbye
 Dec 2015 Sydney Mae Dompier
Noah
Drops of rain against the window pane
Sink into each wooden grain
Thoughts come flooding into my brain
Close behind come waves of pain

Crashing all around me
All I can see is rain
I want this pain to go away

"Two a day"
The doctors say
"Take two a day,
and the pain
will go away"

And two a day
Is what I take
To numb the pain

But still remains
The pain inside
My brain
tactile was ivory fingertips on ivory keys,
passion was ballads of heartbreak and mornful melodies,
melancholy was cargo hanging under my eyes,
wistfullness was empty laughs and heavy sighs.

dejected was weighted arms and tarnished mirrors,
lethargic was xanax breakfast and whiskey tears,
restless was never asleep before three,
a shadow was all you seemed to have left of me.

solitude was choosing to spend my time alone,
but lonliness is now no one picks up the phone.
heartbreak is the promises i always thought you'd keep,
i'm tired, so tired, it's time for me to sleep.
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