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 Mar 2015 Rachel Gosby
Rianna
the hardest part
about missing you
is knowing
I shouldn't.

yet here I am,
up all night
aching and thinking of you
and you're sound asleep.

your dreams aren't filled
with the faces of a lover
who made promises
that were not kept.
(but mine were.)

you don't wake in the morning
wanting to return to your dreams
just to see my face
or hear my voice.
(but I do.)

you don't go about your day
wondering where I am
or what I'm up to
or if I'm thinking of you.
(but I always am.)

and at night
when you lay down to sleep
you don't wish
you were lying right next to me.
(nighttime is the loneliest, you know.)

but I think the hardest part
about missing you
is not dreaming of you,
or thinking of you,
or wishing you were here.

the hardest part
is knowing you made your choices
and I wasn't one of them.
My friend, is my inspiration in me when I have lost all hope and
My friend , bring out the best in me all ways.
My friend ,bring out  something inside of me that I never knew I had in me.
My friend, without my friend, life is a gloomy dark, eternal coma. without my friend, life is a flower, glam with a delightful aroma.
My friend, where would I  go if I didn't have my friend.
My friend ,should be one thing we shouldn't want to live without.
My friend, is my angel, that God sent along.
My friend, always stay beside me whenever thing go wrong.
My friend, someone you can count on for anything.
My friend, someone who show love unconditionally.
My friend, someone who there without no reason.
My friend, someone who want to see my go somewhere in life.
My friend, someone who you should know from the start that they are going to be there for you no matter what.
My friend, someone who believe in you and understand you.
so if you are a friend or  you have a friend stay don't leave or don't be afraid of that something special thing you both have.
friend, love, caring, believe, God, afraid
 Mar 2015 Rachel Gosby
Charlie
When you're lovestruck,  life is easy.
When you're living a lie, life is challenging.
When he hurts you, do not go back to him.
Your dreams are deceiving, you're in love with someone else, aren't you?
You are in love with him, right?
You're playing just like he did, your dreams are deceiving, quit love those the hurt you, stop doing this to yourself.
Stop looking for the boys that say they love you and their actions don't match, they will never match.
He is a match, he is lit, he is burned and ready to burn, don't you see this?
Don't you care about yourself?
His eyes are not as beautiful as you keep thinking they are, you don't need to apologize for everything-- you are everything to someone.
Maybe it's him, maybe he's scared, maybe it's not.
Maybe he loves you and he's scared, but he's too scared.
God ******, why do you do this to yourself?
You just keep defending him and loving him and hoping for him to just show up out of thin air and you're sitting there, ******* your life up, and thinking of him.
He just doesn't care about you that much.
When you wrote that poem and you ran and you ran because the grass looked like his eyes and the twinkle looked like his smile and the yellow lights in the sky looked like his hair and you ran away from him.
Stop putting up with his flirting with other girls and looking right at you, stop letting them tear you down, stop being second best to the regulars.
You're not the regular girls that he ***** around with, maybe that means something.
You're not regular, so stop acting like you are.
Life with and without him is ******* awful and I'm yelling at myself.
Today I don't want to think.
So I'm going to drink.
I'm fed up of life.
I'm going to drink.

I'm going to drink, drink drink
Until I'm comatose
And hopefully then
To death I'll be close.

Yes, I shall drink
And I don't care what people think
This epitomises the worst attitude
I can have; I'm on the brink
Of dying by the drink.
And I don't give a ****
If I have the worst attitude....
I DON'T WANT TO THINK!

OK!?
IS THAT SO BAD?
Dear, alcohol, CAN'T I AT LEAST HAVE THAT!?

Who the **** rhymes drink with think?
This is so debilitating; I need a drink.

I've lost it. I've lost the plot, if I ever had one.
Almost certainly lost the plot of this poem
But who cares? I can't.

I want to hide, see no-one and die.

I need to hide, see no-one and die.

So I'm just going to drink.

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