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lindsay Jun 3
I want to use my past as an excuse for the now, to explain why I am this way, so others can sympathize with me.  Then again, I don’t even want to speak of it or let others know.  My heart squeezes and my lungs fists whenever I dare to utter an excuse that does no justice.  I want to keep it a ***** little secret but scream it out at the unfortunate soul in the line of fire.  It’s better to just to say it’s not you it’s me because it really is just me.  

I swear I’m not an attention seeking person, there are just times where I need it and times that I want it.  Times where I need to be reminded I’m a person worthy of attention and times where my attention is worthy of capturing.   I need a reminder once in a while because all these why’s I’ve acquired throughout my life makes me forget.  

Sometimes I feel like the barbwire's around my heart are sharper than a roses thorn and the scars that affiliate my bones are too fragile to hold.
Bansi Adroja Aug 2018
You're a little boy trapped
stuck in a moment
buried decades ago
on a summers day
when everything changed

You're an angry man
stuck in his old ways
bar fights and cheap dates
nothing new these days
just more of the same

You're as damaged
or as mended
as you want to be
depending on the light
or who caught your eye

You're a lone wolf
with no place to call home
and no need to hold on
I want to love you until it hurts
I don't want to let you go
A Poem a Day : Fifteen

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