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Love Lost
Again we’ll never love,
And our paths may never cross.
At least we tried to love,
Though in the end we lost.
We now drift our own ways,
Far from where we’d start.
To wish the past away,
I would with all my heart.
I shift through the sand,
Taking what I need.
And that which I leave,
Causes me to bleed.
Persistent you are,
Yet I cannot be.
Though you want a friend,
You need to set me free.
My feelings for you,
Are not as before.
They do not exist,
For I love you no more.
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Sorry
Sorry for pain.
Sorry that I,
Must break your heart.
Sorry to lie.
Sorry to go.
Sorry to see,
The look in your eye,
As I turn to leave.
Sorry you want,
What won’t become.
Sorry you suffer.
I left you undone.
Sorry if I,
Don’t seem to care.
Sorry I “front”.
Sorry it’s not fair.
Sorry I’m distant.
Sorry you’ve tried.
Sorry my emotions,
I try to hide.
Sorry I can’t,
Be here for you.
Sorry to leave,
But this I must do.
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Until the End
Cherish me
I’ll never let you go
Adore me
My love will ever grow
Value me
I’ll never turn my back
Respect me
My trust you’ll never lack
Treasure me
I’ll give you my all
Admire me
I’ll never let you fall
Hold me
When I become upset
Console me
When I come to fret
Take me
The way I am
Love me
Until the end…
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To Him Who I Hate
I need not a man
To define who I am.
I can make it on my own
Lest I’ll be damned.
Was anything real
Was it all just a lie?
There goes my dream
Of my perfect guy.
Can’t understand why
The reason behind,
The actions he took
Which I continue to find.
I can’t even cry
The hate rages so.
How in the ****
Could he go so low?
He was my all
Too bad I wasn’t his.
Unfortunate now
That I must have his kid.
Should I stay around
I show I am weak.
It is not the attribute
I choose to seek.
My soul is distressed
My heart aches with pain.
I burn with a fury
Which is hard to contain.
Before me lies strength
Behind me mistakes.
I see there the path
That I must take.
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Like a lone tree
I am sturdy by myself,
But my leaves still fall like tears for you.
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I am evil while she is good,
She knows but keeps it in.
I persuade the truth away,
Causing her to sin.
I don’t want to make her stray,
But she is ever certain,
That I would never get her lost,
Because she is my twin.
Little does she know that I
Am a less than perfect soul.
I do not want her to take my route
Falling short of all her goals.
Good twin, bad twin
Right twin, wrong twin
Does it matter anyway?
I think I know which one am I
Thanks to our mothers’ say.
In a shadow all my life
I refuse to be stamped out.
Always walking one step behind,
Don’t you care what I’m about?
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I never saw the light
Until I stopped that night.
Bottle in my hand
I had to take a stand.
Waking up each morn
Wishin I’d not been born
For the pounding in my head
Repeatedly said,
“Even though it’s morn
You don’t have to ignore
The wanting from your lip
Just have another sip.”
I never saw the light
Until I stopped that night.
Bottle in my hand
I had to take a stand.
Sad I could not recall
Sobriety at all.
Last time I remember
Maybe 2 years ago November?
A sickness of the mind
A daily, suppressing grind.
A slave to utter madness
Creating tangled messes.
Bottle in my hand
I had to take a stand.
I never saw the light
Until I stopped that night.
*Dedicated to my sobriety*
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Lost Girl
She leaves at night
No one knows where she goes.
A constant secret
That nobody knows.
Consumed with uncertainty
Lacking self respect.
She has learned not to care
Only herself she neglects.
Under bright lights
She gets lost in her world.
She puts on a front
An unattainable girl.
The stage is her office
The consumer her paycheck
She shuts it all out
And tries to disconnect.
To clients it is fantasy
Mere dreams they can‘t attain.
But to her it is reality
As she tries to keep herself sane.
It doesn’t have to be this way
Voices whisper in her ear.
But she chose to take the easier road
And somehow got stuck here.
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Cold, black seat
Transfixed there.
Mind made up
My choice I’ll bare.
Needle to wrist
Sharp point sense.
Pain is now
Consequence.
What is inked
Ever glows.
What it says?
Come look to know.
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She used to be my only friend
Every day she would mend.
Mend my soul back together
Ever helping me fair the weather.
Weather I was sick or well
She would help me through my hell.
Hell and back through this life
Repairing me after the strife.
Strife that lingered at my door
Always wanting, wanting more.
More of me she would take
More and more every day.
Days went by, passed in weeks
I would wander, her I’d seek.
Seek the comfort she would send
Until her flow came to an end.
I thought that alcohol was my only friend
Until I sought an alternate end.
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