This time was too much,
We argued, argued,
We're both sick of it,
So we should take a break,
The next time I hear from her will be Sunday,
I didn't want to ***** things up,
We were angry,
I was scared,
We were low,
I was immature,
But I hope this is good for us,

Please don't leave for someone else,
When we're taking our breather,
I can't afford to lose you,

Please say,

Tty Sunday

What shadow am I,
Lurking on this page,
This blocked out feeling,
I need to go away.

I don't read,
I don't write,
Cut at my roots,
Neither ink or water comes through.

I didn’t want to fall apart mid-sentence,
So I said less and asked more questions.
Tuned out love songs, skipped our street —
I made avoiding you look complete.

I smile and nod when your name is mentioned,
As if it doesn't pull me out of the conversation
They throw it around casually, like it's not cutting right through —
I guess I never got to cry out about you.

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We never go too far apart,
We're never too far from love.
Whether I'm across the country,
Or you're right next to me,
We're never too far to love.
When we grow old,
It's my heart that will drag me out of bed,
Chasing after you.

She wants me to be with my friends,
When I want so badly to be with her,
I thought she liked when we sat for lunch,
The few minutes we got together,
But she wants to be different without me,
She wants to brag about me and get advice about me,
To talk to her friends about their interests in guys,
I'm probably in the wrong,
But it breaks my heart,
To know she wants to be somebody else without me around,
When I give so much,
It feels like she wants me away.

Singularities merge.  Excess energies purged.
A concentric spread spacetime vibrational surge.
Till that deep distant BURP rolled through Earth with a CHIRP.
Proving we could observe,  and without optic nerve.

New physics!  We cried.  And all it implies!
We'll get LIGO in space,  Nobels,  and black ties!
Even Einstein stirred as the sigma concurred.
If the cosmos is waving,  then E is conserved.

From let there be light,  to electrified kites,
To lasers and mirrors observing the nights.
So let there be sound.  Let the chaos be found.
To the stars we ascend,  with knowledge unbound.