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Michelle Ruff Poem
Another girl.
She stole
His
Love from m
E.
Y
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It has been almost one year,
Three-hundred-and-sixty-five-days. And yet, it's only been three-hundred-and-fifty. But I already love you in so many ways.
Three-hundred-and-sixty-five-days is a long, long time together. Are you scared, my love, like I? Read me more poems about the weather.
Three-hundred-and-sixty-five-days to show you each and every day how much I care. I keep trying so hard - trust me, trust me. But sometimes it seems like you don't play fair.
Three-hundred-and-sixty-five-days to beg you to fall in love with me too. Hundreds of days ago, you once said, "No." But now, I have you ask you...
Do you really love me?
Copyright © Michelle Ruff | Year Posted 2012
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This is a message to these girls on the ‘net:
You are just lucky I haven’t met you yet.
I’m on to your games – I’m well aware;
Let me warn you, I’m not easy to scare.
(Go ahead and flirt with him)
Type up your cutesy comments,
All those desperate texts? I hope they’re sent.
Call him a hundred times and two more;
Leave enough voicemails to make your voice sore.
(Show him how desperate you really are.)
He’s mine now – all mine – so you better get a hint.
I’m getting really tired of this stupid stint.
Go find a life; go find a boy in reality.
It’s not my fault your heart has been a causality.
My boyfriend’s “cute”, my boyfriend’s “deep.”
Man, do you really think he’s that neat?
He’s a good listener – I know – makes you feel like you’re something.
Let me inform you: you are nothing.
I'll remind you again, he loves me
And I’m the only girl he wants to see.
Your words mean absolutely nothing to him.
So stop it … he’s not interested.
Copyright © Michelle Ruff | Year Posted 2012
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Sadness, overwhelming, to come to grips
with such an unpleasant reality
such as this.
To realize, my prince, I was not
your first wish, albeit your first kiss.
I should be sadder, I admit, but it's no surprise
to me, I am not the first to gaze lovingly into
your olive green eyes.
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My prince, hold your poetry close,
for it shall keep you company.
It will bring you beautiful serenity.
Locked away in the castle of your mind,
I will continue to climb.
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Comatose - when you're not around. What am I
[supposed to do] without you?
Silence fills this not so filled apartment of ours
while I [im]patiently await your return.
I sit, idly. Nothing of importance
happens while you are not here.
"How was your day?" I'll ask you
when you arrive. You'll ask of mine
and I'll have nothing to say.
I am nothing [without you].
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I wrote a letter for you today. But it’s okay – no need to worry – I threw it away.
Inside, I wrote of all these things I feel for/about you. But you could probably see through
my soul. See, I don’t feel (the same) right – sick in a sense; lonely in another. (I need my mother.)
I want you to come back now/soon/never. Until then, I will stare at my reflection in this spoon.
We have so much we need to talk about. But it’s okay – no need to worry – there’s nothing to really say.
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I don’t write poems.
I also don’t sleep.
I can’t write poems.
I also can’t sleep.
I won’t write poems.
I also won’t sleep.
I write stories.
I also stay awake.
Maybe I should write poems.
Maybe I should try to sleep.
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I
want
to
trust
you.
I
do
trust
you …
I’m
just
scared.
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Take all the space...
You don't need to see my face
anymore.
But when you return
And I'm not here,
Don't fear...
you now all have your space.
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