Dexter Smith Poet Ballad

The Great Actors of Love Loss

Its nothing now, I guess it’s whatever right

We were 
And now we’re not.
If you believe I really don’t care
Then maybe I should start perusing acting

Now all I can do is give you a hug,
a friendly unaffectionate hug hello and goodbye.
But when we hug goodbye
I feel what used to be,
your body close to mine. 
And I flinch, remembering,
The familiarity of your warmth
And I want you again.

We were 
And now we’re not.
If you believe I really don’t care
Then acting is in my future

The guys remind me “women are there for your good,”
and that’s how I think,
you’re just another girl,
yeah that’s how I think,
when in not thinking of the times we got close,
times I would feel you soft kiss.


We were 
And now we’re not.
If you believe I really don’t care
Then maybe I should start perusing acting

Funny thought, I think,
About the times I would kiss you
And the kiss would take my breath
Do I really miss you?
Or do I miss your kiss?
No, I really miss you laugh, no I miss your smile,
no, I’m sure I just miss holding you.



We were 
And now we’re not.
If you believe I really don’t care,
Then I’m just a natural actor

Now we’re “just friends”
I smile and agree
But a piece of me wants to scream out in contradiction
Do you really mean we’re “just friends?”
Do you really feel that way?
Do you really feel that way after we shared that little time?
What I’m saying is I really do love you but 
Like a friend Tim once said
“Its only love when you are loved in return”

Its nothing now, I guess it’s whatever right

We were 
And now we’re not.
If you believe I really don’t care
Then maybe I should start perusing acting

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Debbie Guzzi September 8, 2011 at 5:03 PM wow I think we all have been here! Amazing how sometimes it just disappears? And we really don't know what or when or where the last straw fell? light & love