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Cheighny Dec 2017
Chances are we'll never stick.
Not like glue.
Not like anything you
Could hope for.
I'm not a psychic
But if I were
I'd tell you everything
You wanted to hear
And nothing more.
Because you come first;
Always and forever.
That's not to say
That I'd have it any other way
But it would be nice
If anyone knew
What I actually felt
For you and only you.
But again...
That's only what I
Want to hear.
And this was never about me.
Only what I wished
For us to one day be...
But as each day,
Week
Month
Year
Passes, you begin to wonder;
Will that day ever really come?
Or am I ****** to a lifetime,
An eternity of praying for you?
Fingers crossed
That those promises made
Will be kept?
...
And if not...
I'll look into my crystal vision
And I'll tell you what you want
Because it's your happiness or mine
And as I've said before
I choose yours
Every time.
PS Nov 2017
When I didn’t want the train to end
When I defended it, my best friend
When I didn’t tell a soul who cared
When I made you cry when you shared.

When I became Nyx each night
When I got into every fight
When I didn’t ask a thing at all
When we constantly had to crawl.

When you couldn’t stand to play me
When you gave up on that easily
You’re like ‘why don’t we just wait and see?’
I’m 99% sure you love me.

When I kissed you little kiss goodnight
When you told me I would be alright
When I lost myself in your words
When I tried to hide I was hurt

When I hid it for the sake of myself
When you admitted that you did it as well
When I danced with you and everything changed
When I’m reminded of the things you’d say...

I have to say, in part and part,
Love should never be this hard.
lib Nov 2017
your eyes
focused on me
until i look back at you
you shyly turn away
and i’m left to wonder
whether i’m crazy
or you feel the same way
for the record, i’m probably crazy
Cheighny Nov 2017
If I pretend that you aren’t here
                                 long enough



                                                 Maybe I’ll be numb


                                        Maybe the thumping of my pulse
                                                         Of my veins

                                                          ­       Right by
                                                                my bones,

                                                     Would disappear with you

                                                Maybe then
                                                         Maybe then
                                                            ­     Maybe then

                   Maybe then I could live without you
Colm Nov 2017
Searching for the truest of words
The quest of me
Is a sermon for an audience of one
Or two perhaps?
Maybe
Just a little thing.... (;
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