#not-love - Hello Poetry

I used to fall for her, head over heels, but somehow I let us, get off on the wrong foot, because I didn't put my best foot forward, enough times to save face, and it didn't take an army full of men and women, in about face to know they set up there own fate. but of all the wars best spy, none have gotten the chance to spy on your eyes, eyes of sparkles and love though light, but you don't know that when I see you everything seems alright, even though it will cost me an arm and a leg, to get close to you and I'm greeted with a cold shoulder, when I just want your open arms, to be meant for me, meant for just holding my body, to hold not just our body's but souls closely, but I have to keep my nose clean, and stop my tears and sniffling, I will start by keeping my chin up, and playing my life by ear, for I wasted all these years on you, so I need to bid these thought of you "farewell"

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May 2, 2015

May 2, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC

GodDamnItCat

Body Reactions

I used to fall for her, head over heels, but somehow I let us, get off on the wrong foot, because I didn't put my best foot forward, enough times to save face, and it didn't take an army full of men and women, in about face to know they set up there own fate. but of all the wars best spy, none have gotten the chance to spy on your eyes, eyes of sparkles and love though light, but you don't know that when I see you everything seems alright, even though it will cost me an arm and a leg, to get close to you and I'm greeted with a cold shoulder, when I just want your open arms, to be meant for me, meant for just holding my body, to hold not just our body's but souls closely, but I have to keep my nose clean, and stop my tears and sniffling, I will start by keeping my chin up, and playing my life by ear, for I wasted all these years on you, so I need to bid these thought of you "farewell"

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you always stay there quietly compared to the night awfully quiet always mysterious always trying to know what are you thinking about? are you thinking about me? well, who am I kidding? you must be thinking what's going to happen on the next episode of Game of Thrones

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Apr 22, 2015

Apr 22, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC

swx-jz

really

you always stay there quietly compared to the night awfully quiet always mysterious always trying to know what are you thinking about? are you thinking about me? well, who am I kidding? you must be thinking what's going to happen on the next episode of Game of Thrones

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You stole my last cigarette and coughed red all over the ashtray. Fountain like it overflowed with our combined wants. Your limbs seemed annexed from your mind and flew all over the place, like across my shoulders, and I had to wriggle out. You drew sticky lines in ash and spit, into a ***** table. Your mindlessness serves you well, in times like these. All I could do was collect the half smoked butts and construct them into something not new but at least poisonous. I keep it far from you, though you’re paying as much attention to this as the last bi-election. Your mindlessness serves you well, in any time. My smoke creates a protective screen between us, unhappily easily broken by a waving hand or a breath exhaled forcefully. But it’s all we have, so we sit quiet and in our own worlds. You’ve got bats and old songs in your head while I have ****** in mine. Every second of silence is a plot to **** you, every puff, a breath, a gift, a warning. I’d give you anything you want because soon you will be gone and I will take it back. Everything. The gifts, lies, memories. So your mindlessness won’t serve you so well. The only thing you get to keep will be a coffin and a lonely name. Keep philosophising into your glass. You want a tin foil hat? Is that your last request? Let me laugh as I dig the hole, I won’t trust anyone else with your death. It belongs to me and I’ll take you and what’s due with utter carelessness. I close my eyes as you open your mouth and I dream up a better world. It is better because you are not in it. It is better because you are in a grave I had commissioned and then forgotten about and your name is spelt wrong and I had done that and the headstone had been kicked over and maybe I did that or maybe it was some other random marauder with more beer in their veins than blood and an arbitrary rage to exhale. I woke up into a smoky haze when you touched my arm, asked me for a light. You'd bought a new pack of smokes and two pints. Maybe I can deal with you now. You touched my arm and I started and punched you in the temple. You don’t mind. In fact, you laugh and snuggle up to me, take a sip of my beer and steal my cigarette and when I say I can’t wait to **** you, you laugh as if there is no consequence. We forget about each other as we drink ourselves senseless.

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Feb 14, 2016

Feb 14, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC

el-bookish

Anti-Valentine

You stole my last cigarette and coughed red all over the ashtray. Fountain like it overflowed with our combined wants. Your limbs seemed annexed from your mind and flew all over the place, like across my shoulders, and I had to wriggle out. You drew sticky lines in ash and spit, into a ***** table. Your mindlessness serves you well, in times like these. All I could do was collect the half smoked butts and construct them into something not new but at least poisonous. I keep it far from you, though you’re paying as much attention to this as the last bi-election. Your mindlessness serves you well, in any time. My smoke creates a protective screen between us, unhappily easily broken by a waving hand or a breath exhaled forcefully. But it’s all we have, so we sit quiet and in our own worlds. You’ve got bats and old songs in your head while I have ****** in mine. Every second of silence is a plot to **** you, every puff, a breath, a gift, a warning. I’d give you anything you want because soon you will be gone and I will take it back. Everything. The gifts, lies, memories. So your mindlessness won’t serve you so well. The only thing you get to keep will be a coffin and a lonely name. Keep philosophising into your glass. You want a tin foil hat? Is that your last request? Let me laugh as I dig the hole, I won’t trust anyone else with your death. It belongs to me and I’ll take you and what’s due with utter carelessness. I close my eyes as you open your mouth and I dream up a better world. It is better because you are not in it. It is better because you are in a grave I had commissioned and then forgotten about and your name is spelt wrong and I had done that and the headstone had been kicked over and maybe I did that or maybe it was some other random marauder with more beer in their veins than blood and an arbitrary rage to exhale. I woke up into a smoky haze when you touched my arm, asked me for a light. You'd bought a new pack of smokes and two pints. Maybe I can deal with you now. You touched my arm and I started and punched you in the temple. You don’t mind. In fact, you laugh and snuggle up to me, take a sip of my beer and steal my cigarette and when I say I can’t wait to **** you, you laugh as if there is no consequence. We forget about each other as we drink ourselves senseless.

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