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James Hamilton Poem
I like the way you reach for my hand as you drive.
It's the small things you do like that, that makes me feel something inside.
I love how you put your head on my chest and cover your eyes when we're watching a scary movie.
You never hear me say it, but spending time with you really means something to me.
I Haven't felt this way in a quite a while, when you look at me, I can't help but to smile.
But you live here and I live there, the far distance between us is just unfair.
Sure we could try and make it work, but long distance relationships usually only end in hurt.
To not be with you when I needed you would be just as bad as losing you too.
So I'm going to let you go, end what we were never given the chance to grow.
It's hard because you could have been the one.
Guess we'll never know, not every battle is meant to be won.
Even though it was just a short fling, you left me questioning everything.
For the first time in a long time I believed in love again.
Looking back, all I ever known was for love to end.
But I guess love coming to an end is just as bad as never having the chance for love to begin.
But that's our story and it's never easy to tell. Just know that wherever you end up in life, I only wish you well.
Copyright © James Hamilton | Year Posted 2017
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James Hamilton Poem
I'm twenty-five, but yet still missing something inside.
Could it have been the day that you left, you stole something from me when you chose the meth.
I'm sure you had your reasons, the decision was probably tough.
Though in the end, your son and daughter was simply not enough.
You left and did your thing,
You found ways to numb your pain.
But what about my pain?
It's been 12 years and I still feel the same.
I'm not mad, no not anymore.
I just wish we could go back to how it was before.
You were my everything, I followed you wherever you went.
God knows that I treasure all those times that we spent.
You said that we were old enough and didn't need you.
Well that was a lie, Dad didn't know what to do.
Sure he took care of me, stepped up and did his part, but there was something missing, nothing holding me from falling apart.
I still needed you, and still do to this day.
Will you ever change your life? All I can do is pray.
Just know that I love you, even if you don't hear me say so.
Just please get back to the mother that I used to know.
Life is too short to live this way,
Just come back, I'll be here waiting for the day.
Copyright © James Hamilton | Year Posted 2017
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James Hamilton Poem
You’re so great and you don’t even know,
what’s it going to take for you to finally let him go?
You deserve only the best, and he’s giving you much less.
You say he loves you, and I believe it’s true.
But if he really does, why does he do these things to you?
I can see it in your eyes, you’re happy, but tired of all the lies.
You’re with a man you have to share, and for you that sacrifice is just not fair.
You gave up everything and abide by his rules in his twisted game.
But has he done the same?
No, he still has a wife with his last name.
I’m not one to tell you how to live, but i’m tired of seeing him take and all you do is give.
Two years has been way too long. I’m surprised you’re still letting it go on.
Just think, you have half, and he has two and that’s just simple math that even I can do.
He’s not giving you his all and every time he says he’s going to leave her, it’s just a stall.
He’s going to keep you for as long as he can and only hurt you because he’s that type of man.
I support you and whatever you do, I just know you deserve better than what he gives to you.
Copyright © James Hamilton | Year Posted 2017
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James Hamilton Poem
I'm different, I've known from a young age.
I tried to follow along, but was stuck on a different page.
Going through school is never easy,
but especially hard worrying about the people who may tease me.
If they knew they would tease me for sure.
So I'll keep quiet and just pray for a cure.
As I grew older, I began to understand.
Nothing is wrong with me, I just am who I am.
There is no cure for being gay,
no matter how bad you wish it would go away.
And people actually think I chose to be this way?
Why would I choose this life?
It would be easier to have the kids, the home and a wife, but would it be worth the sacrifice?
If I chose that, I would be living a lie.
And I wouldn't do that, so I'm not even going to try.
I've learned to accept myself now and it feels great.
Someday maybe you'll learn how, but until then, all I can do is wait.
Copyright © James Hamilton | Year Posted 2017
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