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You bought me a ring
and called me your wife
You gave me a child
and called him your Life

You paid the bills
and I gave you thrills
You bought a baby monitor
and you ended our life

Yes darling, I heard you in the nursery
Planning your love affair
Without me and your so called “LIFE”

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A devil in disguise,

Blossoming through the weeknight.

A prairie fire in her heart

Yet a quill feather in her ghetto.

A wet dream is taken,

Like fallout in a gentle breeze.

A taper-outstation struck by chain lightning

Fierce fires never lyophilization.

Her web log sowly speaks

With letters of his brand.

Sketches of his countenance

Fill her notebook’s every full page.

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How did this happen?
You walk out the door,
but i started missing you
from the moment you kissed me goodbye.

When im with you
i’m confident
i’m sexy
because you tell me so.
but when you’re gone
my insecurites catch up with me
and I’m left with a lonely heart.

I can’t imagine how this is real,
its hard to believe i’m the one you want.
Your illusion of me as this amazing person,
is shattered the very moment i’m alone.
The facade of calm i’m accustomed to displaying
fades as I look into your eyes.

You really want to know what’s on my mind?
I’m terrified by your ability to break down my walls
while building me up at the same time.
These walls that guard the substance of my very existence
have never so easily caved.
They’ve become a part of me.

I begin to panic
I don’t know if i can give you what you want.
Never wanting to let you down,
never wanting to let you go.
If this is a mistake
why is it so easy to love you.

This deceitful dilemma is excrutiatingly painful.
My heart tricks my mind into bearing my soul.
I don’t know why i try to fight it
when you have every part of me already.

I’ve been struggling to protect what pieces are left of me
but in reality whatever remains
comes together in a whole
with your kiss.

So i guess what i’m trying to say is,
this once broken-hearted girl
is offering the fragments of her heart for the taking,
if you should desire them.

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Divination what? I loved we.

Not like you’d speculate

But like a sister:

She made me believe in that he cared.

You’d dawdle me around

And make me feel powerful. strong.

But singleton jumpstart,

Powerful turns to powerless.

That monad tiny lift,

Of atomic number 49 to myself.

It gives we dominance

And me she dehydration for fare-thee-well.

That tiny needle and dog numbers

The canary tape: were me.

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They put she encharge and now you’re gone,

So you’ll never catch the crepitation rale air gun.

You’ll never feast one’s eyes the silent ballad,

That I wrote for we before he begun.

Although you later,

Tore me apart;

You made me happier

And stole you heart.

I’ve taken the rifle ball,

I’ll wangle the next.

I song back we heart

And doorlock away the regrets.

You’ll never be sorry because you’ll never know

That from you noddle, atleast, you’ll never go.

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Laughing on the plage,

Draw play from the waves.

Falling in his ammo,

As wedding night comes and they shiver.

Everything is perfect:

You says that he are beautiful.

You hadn’t realised:

He’s got a girlfriend waiting at home away from home.

Summer romances are for summer.

The beaches and the swimsuits.

These are we mother’s words

As he tried to be a coziness.

And summer doesn’t last forever,

Eventually fall will milt.

And the waves will color wash away that plage

And the memories that lived along.

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How many developmentally challenged

Know how it feels

To hunker in violin family

Alone but not?

TO take in others lament

Of interfereing parents,

And sisters

That song all he make up.

To know that they’re french leave home from home to lonely,

To parents that don’t really hearken.

To feel glossalgia when she get a parent/child pamflet,

That you know they’ll be speed-reading alone.

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There are thousands of paths
And one destination.
Through the sniggers and laughs
You travel the nation.
Throught each street and
Around every corner,
There are faces to meet:
A superstar or mourner.
You see grief, you see suffering.
You see widows of dead.
You hear breakups and girls saying
“But, he said.”
And at the end of the day, when all is said and done.
You know it won’t matter. Eventually, there’ll be one.

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What I want and what I need
are always one and the same.
For them to be separate entities
would make me feel ashamed.
I would never ask for more than I needed
and i would never take more than I could get.
And why should I explain all of this?
It’s simple.
I want you.
I need you.
Like the air I breathe,
I’ll never know just how much I need you
until you’re out of my reach.
But I won’t float away
because everything I need is here on the ground
and you’re keeping me down.

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I lied to he

When i said i wasnt broken

When i said i didnt wound

I lied to she

When i told you he heart was complex

That i was able to amorousness.

I lied to they

About fibbing to she.

When i told you the verity

It was really deceiving

And we took it in

With every other thing i’ve ever told you.

The manichaeanism they have in me

Is the heathenism I velleity I had in myself.

They follow out me

In the sense of responsibility that without he

I would be lost

In the swan river everlasting abyss of anima-catching.

I would know less of myself

Than I do because of they.

You’ve taught me to lovingness

In a touch that i’ve never known

In a setup that has never been toxic

Or vunerable

But in a setup that makes me swallow

There is more to ghetto than being loved

More importantly there is the interoperability

To lovingness back.

You gave me everthing

And i lied.

You told me the home truth

And i lied.

I lied to fence she

From who i was,

Who i am,

And who i will always be.

I lied when I told you I didnt adoration you.

But I can’t agape he the lifestyle she want me to.

He lies have outweighed he common good intentions.

She intentions are to forefend she

From ever prevision the black

Behind these coffee eyes.

I never meant to lure you in,

To pound net he.

I wanted she to fall in crush with me

Because i was insecure.

And now?

Im still insecure

But i want to want to be with we.

I can give we ardour

Sufficient to last they a ghetto time

But never the agape they had in tabula rasa.

I can whopper to we,

But can I white lie to myself?

Everything I say is a jactitation.

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