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If I be fair Juliet, Then pray him be my Romeo Yet aline the stars To give our love a chance. Let him be my suitor And thence I will be only his. Forbear the thought of his being a knave, But I would feign it not be true. He would be my Romeo If fate loved us ever so. I would that you may say the words For I don’t think I may.
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Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 7:42 PM UTC
The Same He: My Fate-Loved Romeo
Does he know how much I worry? Of his hurting and his pain? Does he realize that it kills me? Every week he is still away? Of course not, I don’t share that stuff. No, I still seem very alive Each week I’m still bouncy. What would happen if he returned? And I asked the simple question? Would he sense any of my concern? And would he put the fear to rest? I guess I’ll never know Because I couldn’t do I anyway. No; worry would fade to nothing, And I’d be happy for the day
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
The Same He: A Silent Discussion
He is back in the business And I’ve seen it for myself, But then why do I feel it’s not over? Like this is the beginning Of something with potential To be good or bad. I should feel like Flowers, sunshine, and happiness; I’m really not complaining (You would know if I was). But I’m still not convinced By the smile on his face.
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:49 AM UTC
The Same He: My Attempt at Happy
He stands there hurting But refuses to cry out. Life goes by, But I look up. He can’t stand anymore But says sleep was a stranger. Life smiles along, But I can’t go on. He never sleeps But claims it isn’t that bad. Life says he is introverted, But I make conversation. He pushes and receives injury But says he can play. Life agrees and hands him a ball, But I give him a worried look. He won’t tell me anything I don’t know how to get the truth. Life won’t let him be And I can only be for him.
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Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 9:10 AM UTC
The Same He: Posing for the World
Breath in: It’s okay; Breath out: He’s still here. Life won’t Just fade away, So stop All of your worry. He would tell You if it got bad. He’s a big boy— He can live his life. You don’t need To **** in; He probably Wouldn’t like it. But what if He needs me? And what if He can’t say? Repeat.
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May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC
The Same He: I Tell Myself
Here I sit On the floor. She told me he is “good” But that isn’t what I meant. I want to know just How he is feeling How the week has been And if he’ll be okay. Because from another (Who knows my intent) I heard a different story. One of confusion, despair. This one said that He looked around And asked for My whereabouts. Was it for my hope that this one said it? Or did he really need my presence? She would have no reason to utter falsely. But all I want is to just ask him. But here I am Still on the floor. A late-night debate About his intent.
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May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC
The Same He: Midnight Wonderings