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roz Sep 10
wasted time,
whenever I spend an ounce,  
of myself—lesser than a dime,
my time, lesser than a hand count,

of myself with you,
a wasted time indeed,
and these regrets bleed,
lifelessly—out and about,

endlessly, these regrets,
will always lash out unto me,
unto me, they send threats,
my regrets begged to be set free,
in a perspective of backburner - niki but it hurts more when self-worth is being deducted.
Phi Kenzie Aug 2018
My shoulder blades are on fire
but I can’t focus on that right now

The food will be overdone
guests tired of waiting
nothing is ready yet

But I can’t focus
right now

Shove it down
push it back
remember to forget
Tim S Sep 2016
I was a hair late.
Those mere hours were enough for her to put me on the back burner,
And move someone else to the front.
I was left wanting, waiting, and waning.

Yes, we will exchange pleasantries,
And even embrace on occasion.
But the embraces will be nothing more than reminders of how platonic I am,
Or how pathetic I've become.

The wayside by which I stand cannot be overcome by merely remaining hopeful.
Yet, the time for action has passed.
Though I still pine like the ghost of Neruda.
This is about a coworker I developed some feelings for. I said nothing for months. I finally did and she let me down very easy. Nice gal. Still friends to this day. Though, we got together for one night after this.

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