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#lost-love poems

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That Ship Has SailedThat ship has sailed / I'm not on it / Our glorious romance

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NATIVE HISTORYThe battlefield was here, where these cattle graze / The cavalry and Comanche fought the better part of a day / Guns against arrows, savages against the savagery, they were out-drawn

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Nostalgia Isn't What It Used to BeNostalgia isn't what it used to be / Neither am I / Bewildered I am at how it turned out this way

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Past PerfectYou left me with all these memories / The way you stir your coffee / That eyebrow you would raise

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When We Were OneMemories of you linger and flicker / Over the sands of the time / In wonder I treasure those times together

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The WindWe could touch the wind / We did so every day / Around the world of love

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2 years since...Two years have come and passed. / Two years since I last saw you, / Since I last felt your arms around me,

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Lovely Self DestructionI don't want to listen to old voicemails over and over, taking me back to the damage I did and the distance I drew, listening to you love me so much, until you couldn't. Reminding me of my sick satisfaction as I drove you away just to know I'd be fine without you. And you moved on, long forgot about me. It's a year later and your recorded voice cripples me with a crave for closure I'll never get. But, still I listen to that voicemail out of the same sick satisfaction I get from pushing limits before it becomes self-destruction.

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The Hurting HeartThere are moments I remember / Places I have been, people I have met / And then there is the one

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About YouI used to write about you so intensely, so determined that everything I said would somehow reach you and the ink would spill in your veins. I used to write about you with a pinched heart, an ache that never left my bones, and a crystal tear in each eye that never wanted to stroll down my cheeks. I used to write about you, hoping that the missing-you feeling would pass and that the visions in my head would be diminished if I just ******* wrote down how I felt. / We were partners in crime. We were our own Bonny & Clyde, but you decided to get away with Billie Jean. My hair is falling out and the tears are streaming like blood down a pure river. I flushed my rosary, the one you gave to me, down the toilet and now the toilet’s clogged and I don’t want to get out of bed to fix it. I don’t even want to call your brother plumber, but maybe I will and maybe I’ll ***** him and leave lipstick kisses on the places I would leave them on you. / I feel so sick when I get in this cycle, when I start writing about you again and when everything just spills out of the glass. But I still write about you because the therapist tells me to.

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My bad boy.Why am I drawn to you so? / Is it the memories that makes it so I cant leave you alone? / I remember the feeling of your lips on mine

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The Lonely QuietIf only I could say goodbye, / One last.. one more single time, / it would have made me free

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H(a)untedYou surely have traded with me / Some intense part of your soul / Your haunting memories impairs my senses

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Looking BackDo you sometimes think, / if the earth was spinning a little slower, / if the star exploded a moment sooner,

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