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Ugo Victor Apr 2017
Hey
there were somethings I wish were possible
but here, help me be sure they ain't

Can I put my feet in the fire
and expect not to get burnt?
Can I jump off a scraper
and expect not to break bones?

Can I lie across the rail
and expect not to get crushed?
Can I put my heart in your delicate hands
and expect it not to slip?
Can I?
Ugo Victor Apr 2017
Run
I run from you to escape
the possibility that you might
run from me.
You swear you won't
but you should
So I run anyway
Ugo Victor Mar 2017
Stuck
Trying to find words
Devastated
Death is a ghost worker
Life just kills us all
Rest now, Friend.
Ugo Victor Mar 2017
I understand.
You are so afraid
To show yourself as emotional
Because to you emotions mean weakness
So you Glory in denials
Who would know to hurt you
If they thought you didn't care?

I know.
You see his reflection
In every other guy
I know, so I've learnt
To appreciate the little signs
That show you care enough

So I look forward to the few times
You say you miss me
And miss them till you
Gather enough courage to say it again
Cos to me any progress is good progress
'til I can fill up the wound he left
Loving you; completing you
Ugo Victor Mar 2017
My girl has an unpredictable swing
She loves like a relapsing stoner
High today, clean the next
One day she insists she's mine
And the next she pretends I'm air
So I take note of that extra I love you
She says on days I'm her everything
And save them for days that I'm nothing.
My girl has a reckless swing.
But she will always be my girl.
Ugo Victor Mar 2017
I thought for a moment, maybe more
That you could be the one
When we spoke, my heart
It responded in rhythmic murmurs
And I danced to the joy of the possibility
Of me and you
But now, it's goodbye
Before we even try
Farewell
Have a good life.
I'm not so good at finding love, trust me, I've tried, but I found someone I thought I had a chance with. Had.
Ugo Victor Mar 2017
These walls can't keep me
Is it called the underworld because
We get to be buried down under
Maybe death would feel different
If I was buried in the skies above

Undying
These walls won't hold
Now that I have sand as flesh
Over my bones I could
Still argue that I'm whole
From sand we came, and sand
We always will be, dead or alive

Undying
These walls ain't real
As I embrace my present being
And rise like I never died

Undying
One of the poems of the day with a similar title-Undying by Thomas P Owen's,  inspired a line I had to expand.
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