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Olive Aug 2018
The mind is a confusing maze
While I’m in it I’m in despair
But without it I’m left in a daze
I miss him
But why?
But how?
I felt trapped
Like a bird
In a cage
And now I want him
But do I?
This confusion is sparking a rage.
I am happy
I am balanced
And yet my brain cannot release him
He has my heart gripped with his tallons.
I cry while my brows furrow
I want to curl up in darkness and burrow
To hide from the conflict of my mind
And somehow come to find
The answer I know is true
And yet the lies of my pain renew
Leaving me senseless and still, confused.

I have found someone new
Who fills my heart with joy and woo.
If only it was enough to block out the past
Yet somehow I am weak to the thought of my last.
I know that door should remain closed
For I was not free and this is the path that I chose;
It is one that will lead to more happiness
And release me from a possessive crapiness.
That was my life with him
I now have everything I want and more
And yet somehow I am longing for
What once was and what should not be
For I am who I am, and I need to be strong to stay free.
Jeff Decierdo Sep 2016
What is love?
No one yet everyone knows
Is it pretty like a white dove
Or harmful like an overdose

It can be the most amazing thing
Yet can make you feel worse than dying
It can make you feel happier than a king
Or you might end the night crying

You might love one with everything
Yet not moving a stone
The pain of what love can't  bring
Will make you moan.  

Love is when you know it doesn't matter
What anyone thinks
It can make your self respect shatter
Just like strong drinks

Love is when you keep the fake smile
Because the tears will **** things up
Love is going the extra mile
Just so that you can break up?

Give me the chance
To live without love
And I will give no glance
This ****** life I will shove

God made happiness
Named it love
Satan made crapiness
Also named it love

Our whole time we roam
Wondering which is which
And we come back home
Realizing happiness is as rare as the snitch.

— The End —