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gabrielle Feb 9
i love you
and you may not love me

but at least
we're on the same sky
so near, yet very far
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Funny how the people who know you
the least, have a lot to say.
Amanda Jul 2018
I love the one who
Hurts me the most, you hurt the
One you love the least
A cruel cycle
Shadow Dragon Jun 2018
You sting,
but at least you
could have tried.

Your thorns
are growing,
letting me bleed.
Seanathon Apr 2017
When the newness wears off
And the distraction is no longer distracting enough
Where will you go?
In order to be reminded
That you are not alone?
To the one who will never let you down. That's where.
Nath Rye Jul 2016
When I was a little boy biking through the lush greeneries of our local park,
I fell down and scraped my knee.
Tears in my eyes, with blood coming out of the tear on my leg, I came to my parents.
Their reaction at first was what I had expected. Shock and fear for their son’s well-being came to their faces, but after realizing I was mostly okay, they uttered a line I still remember quite clearly.

It went like this:

“At least it’s just a scratch.”

And so with that began a life of “at leasts” and compromise.

“At least you passed the test”
“At least you made it on time”
“At least you were only late to the first 30 minutes of the movie”
“At least you were able to cram your homework”
“At least you managed, somehow, some way”
“At least you didn’t die”
“At least you were given part of what you wanted”

Part of what I wanted.

Now, I’ve grown wise enough to know that you aren’t always going
To attain or achieve everything you desire.
But when life always sells you short, you lose hope

But the most cruel "at least" that life decided to bestow upon me was...

“At least…. You met her.”


The compromise was I couldn’t have her
I couldn’t make her my home
Because she was never there to stay.
“At least, you met her”

It was a tragedy
But a part of her will always remain
Because that part of her, no matter how small
Somehow changed something in me-
And, dear god, I hope it’s for the better.
It's a half-done poem. I might upload a complete version of this soon.
Peter Lyon May 2016
Roses are red
violets are blue
I thought I was ****
and then I met you.
Damian Murphy Nov 2015
is it true
That those times
We least want to
Are those same times
We most need to?
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