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I want to fight against what can't be fought against
I want to wake up and fight for you even though you don't want to be saved
I want to believe somewhere within you this amazing man I met is hiding
And I want to play hide and seek until I find you
I want you to want me to find you
I want to believe you are good
Even when you are pushing me away
I want to believe that underneath your cold shoulder
Hides a warm blanket just for me
I want to believe that this ******* act is temporary
I want to believe you may love me
Even when you tell me you don't
I want to believe there is hope for you and me
And yet every night I am hopeless
I used to think I would be alone forever
I used to believe it would be all right
It took me a year to realize
Nothing is that easy
And though loneliness is easier to deal with than other people
Nothing is more gratifying than a group of friends
A run with your peers
A long discussion with your flatmate
Nothing beats company
Nothing at all
Art
Art is beautiful
It makes life worth it
No matter what you do, whether you write, paint, sew, dance, act, sculpt, all of it is valuable.
It makes our community worth so much more than just a few people worrying about bills and stock market.
Art gives the rest of the world an idea of what your community is like.
What your community enjoys.
What your community is at heart.
Who we are.
As a whole.
I wouldn’t dream of hurting you
                                                              

When all I dream of is holding you
I know she probably doesn't care
  Sep 2014 Turn Off The Lights
Bella
I keep holding out hope that you'll kiss me again

Push me against a wall again

Tear off my shirt again

Tell me you love me again

Hold me through the night again

But you only love me when we're drunk
  Sep 2014 Turn Off The Lights
Bella
I don't like dreaming anymore.
When I sleep I see you
I feel you
I kiss you
I hold you
I squeeze you and you squeeze back
But those few hours of euphoria
are not worth a waking life of missing you
I can't open my eyes and watch you fade into a memory
Your lips fizzle into a lingering taste on my tongue
It hurts to wake up and if I have to do it one more time
I promise it will be the last
I've lost you more times than I can count
And it's not fair
It's so unfair that my last dream will be the best
By far.
I write you poems all the time
Every time you cross my mind
My mouth never utters a word of you
But my mind it never shuts up, its true.

I write you poems all the time
And tear them up and say I'm fine
That I don't need you in my life
But my mind says otherwise.

I wrote you poems when we met
They were so different back then
I spoke of love and innocence
My mind was stuck on you, my friend.

I wrote you poems in Autumn
When the leaves died I thought of them
I thought of what we were back then
But we know things have to change again.
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