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Casey 2d
I hate being right about things
that I don’t want to be right about

Shame on me.
Guess I should’ve known better than to hope.
It hasn’t even been a week…
Chelsea Rae Sep 13
I don't know if I stopped writing
Because I wanted to make sure you
Never saw the deepest parts of me Ever Again
Or
If it's because you broke me
So badly.
Cut
So deeply,
That it ripped out the deepest parts of me altogether.
You ruined me and you know who you are if you're pathetic *** is still stalking me from the shadows.
Being understanding kind and nice does not always pay.
Telling yourself over and and over: They must be having a hard day.
Life is unkind and people don't mind.

Usually most people really don't mind unless it's about what they can do.
Life is so unkind and people most of the time are too.
And it makes no sense what they say to me about how they care when a duck dies.
But when a young person becomes homeless nobody cries.
Yet they tell me they think every life is so precious but some people are always fighting.
Trying to do the right thing.

But it doesn't pay.
It's just another hard and terrible day.
Where you have no control and love is impossible to find.
Life is unkind and people don't really mind.
When you've seen it you will find and you can feel it when you see it.
When you've known it and how it can hit.

So then maybe you can understand.
But then it kills you when you give someone a hand.
Because you know in the end you'll have to let go.
You can't, you can't save everybody.
Some people are born to always feel lonely.

Being understanding kind and nice does not always pay.
Telling yourself over and and over: They must be having a hard day.
Life is unkind and people don't mind.

Trying to be understanding and kind.
But nobody seems to understand it is what you'll find.
Loving, understanding, caring, always daring to fight so hard.
For the people you care for, don't fall apart and together try some more.

Holy sea of waves that we're running into.
Holy sea, uncontrollable, terribly hard, incredibly magical, fresh, pretty salty and blue!
It doesn't always pay.
But play.
Play in the water, hold each other.
In the water.
Play in the waves...
04-07-20
crybaby Apr 17
entwined in the altogether
he calls me baby

we soul kiss as he caresses my complexion
he embraces me, I discern I am his
during the passion, he is mine

sundered, endearment is bygone
our romance is maybe
disoriented and forsaken, my days are now rainy
Colm Jan 27
Like snow on the rails
Trampled leaves on the grounded trees
Fleeing light
Familiar scent well known
And the lasting stars you cannot always see
But are still there
The wait is having
My heart a quiet rustle in the summer breeze
Just go and live
Be it amongst noise or fog
As you hold not a single familiar scent or sound
Over me
You are winters cold
And your crackling quiet frustrates me
Just go
Please
Yup - My own well practiced consistencies are not always kind to others.
Tollan Dec 2019
I've often thought of this day
The day I write of losing you,
My heart I said would carry on
But how could this be true
The muse you are I knew I'd lose
I'll always write for you
its just now a different tune.

I didnt know what would happen
my dreams turn sour
Fingertips dented and hard,
Eyes need another hour
My Lips are numb from the filter  
I'll always write, I knew I could
I just wanted to write in love of you

I cant write
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