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On
Christmas
Morning
After I
Tear open
All the
Gifts
I'll be
Thinking
That you
Were
The best
Gift
I have.
You
Walking on shattered beer bottles from the night before
Ducking under every head beam that grazes my hair as I pass
I wonder when you’ll understand
How us normal people function

I am passion

You are death
You are darkness
You are alone
And forever will be

I’ve tried to show you the way
Where people are nice and in love
You choose your way though
Because to you, it’s the only way

I wonder when you’ll open your eyes.
When you finally let the happiness into your heart
I know I won’t be there for it.

I hope one day you realize how badly I tried
All I wanted was a smile, a kiss
But you were disgusted,
Disgusted with love.

Maybe it’s just me
But my sudden need for adivan says otherwise
I can’t relax, I can’t love, I can’t be
With you

As badly as I want to, I know it’ll never work
I love you with every piece of my body, soul, mind and heart
But you’re killing me
From the inside out

I don’t know how much more time I have.
Last night I woke up gasping for air.
You’re crushing my chest, my lungs
My heart.

I wish you could feel the pain I feel.
What you do to me, its torture.
A battle between reality, love, emotions and words

I’ll never give up
I won’t die a zombie.

A heartless, cold, self-centered, narcissistic, overbearing,
Overwhelming, condescending *****

That’s the best way I can describe you.
 Dec 2012 Tyler G
Cara Samantha
It’s 4 AM
I want to sleep
And disappear in my bed
And go to the Mother Dreamland
But instead I’m at my desk
With a blank paper and quivering pen
That refuse to fall in love with each other
And a mind that won’t regurgitate words
And eyes that won’t stay focused

And I see everything
Everything but the paper now
I see the glare of my TV on the wall
Changing colors as quickly as I blink
I see the evil heater that won’t work
Forcing me to put on three sweaters
I see the dying threads in my sweaters
After a losing battle with my dryer
I see the coffee stains on my pajamas
And the cup of coffee that made them

And then I see my paper again
And it’s crying
And the pen is crying
Because now they want to be together
But I’m keeping them apart
And so I write…

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