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You know that feeling
The one with such excitement and exhilaration
Where your legs hurt because you've been standing there for hours
Where your so happy because you've been waiting for these few hours for months
Where your cheeks hurt because you've been smiling so much
Where you'd never think that a few people could make you so happy
Where you become attached and make life long friends because of them
Where you are surrounded by people just as excited as you
Where you don't care that you have to be up early tomorrow
That you aren't gonna get home till 2 in the morning
That you are gonna miss this, and wanna come back immediately
You know that feeling
Of being at a concert
Of being surrounded by people who love the same thing as you
Of looking up and seeing your role models singing to you
It's an amazing feeling and experience
I have been going to concerts for years now, but this past year i've found a genre of music that really saved me.  I've been going to the concerts and they are absolutely amazing, and sometimes they are the things keeping me going.  If i'm having a bad day, i just think hey, my favorite band might be on warped or you can buy tickets to that show in 3 weeks.  sometimes my music is my savior and concerts are my biggest safehouse, because to me they are absolutely amazing.
run
no matter how tight
he holds me
the need to run
beats
within my heart
the fear
of being captured
is that
of a wild animal
eyes wide
heart beating
pacing
looking for the
door
instinct to
run
i cannot sleep
i dare not

i dare not

for when my eyes
close
i fear
i am
caught
im going to live
by myself
surrounded by
friends
family
loved ones
thoughts
books
nature
silence
peace
solitude

cats..

but i am not alone
nor am i lonely

i have me
and right now

i am more than enough
i'm not even
sure
i know
how to love;
not anymore

i think..
all that i had
you took
with you

and now..
now there's
nothing..
nothing but
a you
shaped hole

where there
was once
sunshine
i don't write
poems
anymore
the words
are not
in my head
to be written
to be said
they are not
in my heart
to be etched
upon the page
they no longer
linger
upon my tongue
whispering
to be sung..
the space
they once
poured from
that hole
within my chest
has been

.. healed?

and
i find
i do not
write
poems
anymore..

not
any
more

i find
myself living
instead
just a thought
was it so long ago ?
when i used to
dream till noon
dream about the stars
scream to the moon

i regret every scar
and hour
for bringing me
so away so soon

from that beautiful corner
to a dutiful mourner

is every seed
meant to bloom ?
Vow's were said. His finger's crossed.
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