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If I gave you my soul,
would you read each page?
Scribble notes of interest
and know me.
Would you take the time,
to help tape the seams?
Would you mend,
the fragility of my soul?
It tears and rips,
easily, emotionally.
 Feb 2019 Gabriel Bonney
Warren
Sometimes I just want to write,
Reach for that sight,
That untainted inspiration of unyielding creation,
I try to nullify influence,
Searching for the continuance of ignorance,
Sometimes it comes,
Sometimes it creates its own momentum,
Waves crashing and creating in there own spectrum,
Other times it drips,
Procrastinating and debating,
Keeping me waiting.
I just like the release of creating a piece which gives me peace,
Sometimes I just want to write.
I may not believe in soulmates
but I do believe that there's someone
out there waiting for you-
whose face you will wake up to
for the rest of your life.
Sure, you may not believe me now-
you can't get over them today-
you probably won't tomorrow-
but just remember that
the silence is okay.
These grey periods in life
are finite and do not need
words to colour them in.
 Feb 2019 Gabriel Bonney
Victoria
I think I'll enjoy loving you
just from a distance
In this little space in my mind
Where the best version of you lives

I'll be satisfied loving you
where my fears are silenced by dreams
and you know my every insecurity
and the charm never fades

I love you, I'm sure I do,
But maybe its just the fantasy I love
That maybe its not me, but its you
but part of me knows that I'm more afraid
of me being the problem
I                                                        if
                               asked
you                                                              loved                                                  me
        
      razor-blade                           silence
    
  the  
                                                                  blood
                    stained
                                                                              my                                           sweatshirt

left                                    
                behind—
                                                                just
                                                                        a
                                                                              cutter.

I                                    
              never
                                     mattered
                                                                                                to                                   you
                                                            anyways.

           You
                                              left                    me                                                   alone
                         in
                                                the                                         dark                                            of

your                                                  room.
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