Ryan Bayer Poet Verse

Quitting

I'm tired of lying, to myself and by myself
I'm tired of dying, by myself and from my self-rolled comfort;
Packed security.
In eight years it never felt like poison
It never felt like she could kill
Call this our last embrace
Or call this my last taste
Of what I can't help but miss -
Call it a chance to reminisce
No matter.
A rose by any other name,
A kiss from any other dame - 
They're both as sweet.
So let me finish one last smoke
And forgive me for thinking of you as I choke
One press to your lips always left me breathless

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Beata Agustin September 2, 2026 at 2:41 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Skat A August 8, 2015 at 1:03 AM Ryan, Enjoyed reading your poem. **SKAT**

Susan Palli May 4, 2010 at 11:04 AM Well done! Skillful write

Poet Destroyer A May 4, 2010 at 9:59 AM well done, enjoyed the read of giving it a one last quit,..p.d.