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I don't know,
how to write,
a happy poem.
So I won't.
 Jun 2019 Nonsense Poet
scully
I want to write about what hurts because I think it will
Stop me from hurting. If I put these words on
A page then they will be easier to digest.
Poetry isn't curative by creation, it is
Just confession. Still, these remedial
Lines are what I turn to when I am holding
Too much in my hands. Right now, I feel
Like I am overflowing onto the ground below me.
For the first time,
I don't want to write about what hurts. I want
To keep it inside of me and let it burn me. I want
To carry it in my palms for as long as I can.
I should write
About how we've said goodbye so
Many times that it turned into a threat, a weapon
We made with our tongues.
I should write
About how I lied and got away with it,
How you got caught with
Your hands tied and no one to blame.
I should write
About how it was over before we waved the white
Flag, and I know what it means now
To hold onto a sinking ship.
I've never had anything to die for.
I should write about how I've never wanted
Something so much that I devastated it completely.
We loved in harsh conditions, under sun and darkness and
I don't know how to write about how
The love didn't save us.
I don't write about letting go as much as I write about
Holding on, and I want
That to change.
I don't want to write hurt just to feel it.
The next poem I write about you will be
About me. About how I held on and how I let go.
It won't be about your love, it will be about
Mine. It won't stop me from hurting, but
It is how I make it out
Of my love alive.
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Were we in a race
To judge
Who gets hurt first?
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I want to feel
your heartbeat like a song,
that wonder
I thought had gone

To walk along
the sands of time,
to feel your warmth
like summer

To be beside you
like a dream,
knowing each other
as one

what wonders in love
to hear you speak,
like an angel
please wrap your wings
around my being

For now
is
forever
A writer writes to hide his pain.
And a reader reads to find someone who feels the same.


The most damaging and deceitful lies

are the ones we tell ourselves

Written: April 20, 2019

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