I fear that winter break won't be the only cold front that I face
The holidays will roll around and you will still need more space
I fear that it's not what you say, but what you don't
That is truly telling.

I look at your face. It's not the same
There's a certain kind of love that's missing
What do you do when your one best friend is the one person you can't talk to?
Jesus! All you ever say is, "I'm sorry..." & "Time helps"
And my favorite, "We'll still be great friends, Ashby"

You're such a terrible friend
Your advice is lacking any empathy
And your care is nonexistant.
If we don't have love
And we don't have friendship
What do we have left?
I'm terrified to ask such a question.

I've been doing my part fine
I've been staying in the lines
That go against every fiber of my being
I don't know what to think anymore
Except that you want nothing more
From me.

You don't want us
You don't want we
You just want you...
And me.

I just want answers to questions I've already asked
Shaken off and given little thought
You say you just want what's best
For me
But what I really think
Is that you are a coward.
You're too afraid to be the ******* in this relationship.
But guess what?
You already are.

Words trapped in a web of deceit,
Ready to be eaten by a hateful society.
Quick on their feet, so fast to judge;
And I sit and I think,
What should I do to stay true?
But also avoid the painful realities
That lie before me.
How do I find a new way to better days?
The web is strong,
But it's not indestructible.

I've suffer miseries because of you
I endure the pain
Just to be with you

I sacrifice a lot
Just to be with you
My dignity on stake
Because of you

I'm so numb
I'm so Pathetic
Longing for you

oh what fools are we
to think that life
brings happiness for free
just when will we learn
everything comes with a price
sometimes one
we cannot afford

all i remembered was that i did not care for the feeling, that i did not want to be that person. feel that hurt.
Now i am that person. i feel that hurt.

As I'm looking at this new format,
in my utter bewilderment,
I think it must be a bad joke
I mean who really designed
this thing or is it completely broke?

Did you not stop to consult
any people who might be
using it -
like laypersons
( ehem... poets )
for example?

Myself the ex-tech analyst
I would have gladly helped,
as this is exactly what I tried
to prevent at my old job.

Anyway I am not sure
I'm going to be writing on this site
any longer
-unless they do something
about this harrible harrible format!!
and yeah I know I sound like Trump
but it just doesn't work correctly
with my computer
and I also lost a lot of poetry becuz of it.

Babe ;
I don't call her that cuz she's not mine..