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Goodbye.

With a period.

No: Ps

None of that: by the way I will always miss you

Zero: but ifs

I won't add an: unless...

To the end of this goodbye.

This one is forever

So when I see you again one day

Don't try to speak to me

Because you are not the you I used to know anymore

You have changed

I have said goodbye to you

You can't harm me or those I love anymore

You can't ***** up my whole life anymore

You are a stranger to me

...and I was always told not to talk to strangers.


Repost if you need to say goodbye to someone eternally.
Repost if you need to say goodbye to someone eternally.
 Nov 2014 T Thomas
Some Person
Well,
thank you for sharing
your poetry
with me
It's very...
good
in a way
And I understand
who you are now
You spill it
out
And I see
your heartbreak
all over
these pages
on the web
where no one
else among
your friends
will ever find them
And I respect
how vulnerable
you're willing
to be
But
I have a question
This girl
you write about
Do you still
love her?
And
before you answer
Remember
all the feelings you've
had almost ******
into you
this last year
to the point where
you have to
spill everything
out like this
Because
I don't want
to feel that way
about you
if you're just going to
break my heart too
 Nov 2014 T Thomas
Court
Moving on
 Nov 2014 T Thomas
Court
Moving on feels like getting out of bed earlier than usual.
Moving on feels like going back inside that coffee shop for the first time.
It's dancing in your pjs while getting ready for school again.
It's eating vanilla flavored ice cream even though that's what he tasted like.
It's hanging the pictures back on the wall.
It's saying his name without getting knots in your stomach.
It's seeing the beauty in seasons changing.
It's not feeling guilty for smiling at that guy in your physics class.
It's going back to church.
It's looking in the mirror and not seeing regret.
It's recognizing that each breath is another reminder that you made it.
You made it.
*You made it through
we sit in quiet reflection
she reads her french romance novel
i do the times crossword
i pause to sneak furtive longing filled stares
my heart nibbling at her earlobes
the nape of her neck in the soft light
her perfume lightly on the air
the sound of her turning the pages
passage of time
as she shifts in her seat
she sips her tea in a dainty way
unaware i marvel at her very presence
the utter beauty of a woman reading
the sensual and lovely way she holds herself and the book
one hand casually playing with a lock of her hair
her moist lips moving as she reads
her form curled into the comfy chair
i love women
they are such beautifully mysterious creatures
they are the center of all wonderful dreams
so full of terrible mysteries
so full of such beautiful light
a woman reading in her comfy chair
is such a beautiful sensual thing
she sat in the beautiful sunlight
with deeper wishes in her eyes but
her young heart dances to the sweeter song
so she asked me to hold her hand
till the darkness had passed
now shes hot on the trail of true creation
down to earth with all natural heartfelt ways
bends me round her legendary smile
and while writing a freehand verse of sunshines laughter
she paints a lifesize version of
tomorrow's beautiful sunrise into the eyes of her self portrait
she is knee deep in the mud of inspiration
the persistent sunshine of the soul lights her way
the enduring hope of a hand held guides her path
its beauty can be seen in her self portrait
 Nov 2014 T Thomas
Jeremy Duff
I've been busy
too busy to write.

I'm too busy loving you to write you the love poems you deserve.

I'm too busy working so I can have money to buy you the things you like to write you the love poems you deserve.

But I'm going to continue loving you,
continue kissing and holding you,
I'm going to continue being yours.
I'll never be too busy to love you.

Who needs love poems when you're in love?
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