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Who do I love anymore?
My heart calls for the both of them,
But God knows I can only have one.

My hear is split in two
And I cry because those two parts
Are both just as broken.

The universe plays its cruel game
Of making me feel the fires
Of their hearts burn for others.
No. I'm not cheating on anyone.
I thought I saw you, I really did.
I've been missing you.
I know you don't care anymore,
But I wish you would.

I thought it was you,
She looked like you.
I wish she were you
Even just for that moment.
I'm not crying for you
I'm crying for me
I've wasted
my
time
with
you

you
are
nothing
to me now
I'm out of words
I'm out of love

I need something
To be thinking of

I need to write
For it's in my soul,

But what's in my heart
Is a gaping hole

I'm forcing myself to write
Oh god, it hurts. *****.

Where was the blood that used to flow?
It's thinned out. Why is that so?

Do I need to love so I can write?
I don't want to feel pain, nor shall I fight.

Argh. This writer's block hurts like knives.
I'm too tired to rhyme so never mind.
Sorry this *****.
I'm tired of writing poems
Nobody cares to read
People don't know how hard it is
To carry this deed

I'm sure people open it up
And see the writing's length
I'm sure if it's too long
They would rather save their strength

I know this for a fact
Because sometimes I do it too
Sometimes I'm too lazy to read
My apologies to you

I'm tired of writing poems
That nobody bothers to like
It makes me feel depressed
And want to stab myself with a spike

It makes me think in depth:
Do I write **** or not?
Well if it is as bad as I think
I hope that **** gets hot

The world will go on as it is
Where I'm just another face
I guess I'll be forgotten
And I'll be buried in the days
I'm tired.
"Love pushes people to do things they wouldn't normally do. Sometimes it's more of a liability to love."

- Me
Not really a poem.
I don't want to write about you anymore.
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