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Michael Amery Nov 2014
I don't know how to love you
Yet love beats within my heart.

I cannot stay with you
Yet I cannot leave

Why do you not ask me to
Speaks volumes that you do not want to hear.

As E.E. Cummings said
'Yours are the poems I do not write'

Only because I have already spoken every word which begged to be said.
Anonymous Sep 2014
It feels as though
for the first time in two weeks
I'm actually happy.

The way you laugh at my stupid jokes
and try to make me laugh at your's,
it works every single time.

The way your eyes fill with worry
when you can tell I've been crying
and you sweetly ask Are you okay?

The way you try to find ways to make me happy
even if it's something
that you normally wouldn't do.

The way you always wait for me
before we temporarily part ways,
just so you can hug me tight.

And I know that you're with her,
but I also know she doesn't always make you happy
the way that you always deserve to be.

She doesn't deserve a man like you,
and although I don't think I do either,
all I really want is this:

To make you happy
and to make you smile
and to make you laugh
and to make your day that much better,
just like you already do for me.



                                                                                                                    (w.n.)
So this is probably the first poem I have ever written based on pure happiness and it's all because of this cute boy with goofy hair that I see every day at school. His girlfriend doesn't treat him the way he deserves to be treated. She treats him like **** about 95% of the time, when he should be treated like **** 0% of the time.

And he just makes me really happy.
*One of my other poems is also about this boy
Oh
oh oh oh
Ohhh
Oh no,
It's back again!

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