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Nickols Jan 26
There was the time before you. When I was free in my endeavor's.

Then the time during you. When everything became unfathomable. And I  wanted to spend every waking moment with you.

Then there was the time after you. When? It does not matter, because you are gone.

And I am done.
Nickols Oct 2023
Looking back, in hindsight, without my rose tinted glasses.
I could see all the red flags I've missed from the start.
Red flag sad betrayal love loves to enemies
Nickols Oct 2023
Mortals may think that death is the finally ending.
For you, my love; it's merely the beginning.
Nickols Oct 2023
You smell like pure warmth, sweet and heady, like a muggy summer night just after a heavy rainfall; earthy. A wet cedar, woody scent with an undertone of citrus. You smell of home, a sheltered blanket of safety.
Nickols Oct 2023
You cant see
red flags
when wearing
rose-tinted glasses.
Nickols Oct 2023
Tell me what you want me to say? Tell me what you want me to be. I'll play pretend. If it gets you looking at me again.
Nickols Apr 2021
I asked for the truth,
and you shapeshifted to sleuth,
crawling on your belly,
you simply misconstrue
an irrefutable, objective verity.

Tried and true, misunderstanding
what is out of your view.

Standing and demanding
but never understanding the variable,
to which not all lives,
will play out
the same way.
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