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Is the reason
it hurts so much to write
the story I wish to set free
is because I lost myself
or is it that I lost the drive
to dig deep and find the characters
and just prefer
to stay suspended
in just reading around
instead of the dips and strokes?
Her freckled face,
told the story,
of an uncomplete,
dot-to-dot puzzle,
evidence,
of her blessings,
that came from the,
sun,
Just something I wrote in class, while i should have been researching some historical disaster.
Amber Aug 2017
You were my internet crush.
I asked
We’ve never met, but do you want to go get some coffee or something.
And that was the beginning of everything.
We could not make it being just friends for one day.
We were acting like we were already lovers.
I suddenly just loved you.
I had complex feelings about my own existence.
I was tired.
I felt like nothing, empty and uncomplete.
But your smile made the world a better a place.
Your presence felt like it was valentines day everyday.
Except not like the ordinary valentines day, where I have dinner with my cats.
The dinning table was not sat by one anymore but two.
My world was not dull and dark anymore.
You were everything when I felt like nothing
Day Dec 2019
type a poem
hit delete

try again
on repeat

final one
til defeat

posted it
uncomplete ...
David E Oct 2020
I can smell her now, sedentary
Face uncomplete,
while sitting in the middle of the bed, wearing on pants.

The best parts are sometimes our faults
"I never lied to you as everything I felt and said to you was true at the time. I did not lie or act out to get attention. I did not say things intentionally to hurt or trick you. I, only ever responded to, you. In my way".

Again she says after many months and just like yesterday. Then tells me" I feel time and life are too precious to stay in connection with others who have massively different energies, as it hurts us both, in the end", While she's pulling at her hair while looking elsewhere.

My girlfriend jump into and out of bed, more than others, which often she mistakes for love
“We didn't find each other in this life, so that we could change one another feel like you resent me”.

It tiresome getting out of the bed but is being apart
And alone wishing the bedroom light stays off

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