silence
CD player of silence,
rooms once full of melodies
now drowned out by quiet,
what was once the sound
of a thousand singing giants,
reduced to nothing
but
deafening,
hollow,
silence.
Sad poems
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your home address
i can't avoid you when i know your address like the back of my hand.
i can't just move far away from you if i still know how to get there and where to turn to find you.
i could move thousands of miles away from you, but i still know the small tiny town of edgewater and how to navigate around the shores and how the street names are alphabetical and the blocks skip by twos.
i can't delete your number if i know it by heart.
always a number i want to call in the middle of the day to see if you're doing okay.
i can change my number,
i can even block yours if i wanted to.
but i still know it.
i can still always dial it up.
i still check my phone to see your name in it.
when youre away
it's easier when your away.
out of my head,
out of my sight.
it's easier to heal when i'm not thinking about you.
i think about you less when i see you less.
but just as the moon needs the stars,
i feel like i need you just as bad.
and i dont.
i know i dont.
i know how you feel
and i just cannot feel the same way.
and that's what sucks.
soul talk
i miss the important talks we used to have.
digging into our souls
but it doesn't mean i'm going to give up everything i'm doing to get that back from you.
5 months later
what i thought what could be forever
was simple just a scintilla.
a flash of light.
here and gone.
time has passed,
i still write about you.
i still think about what could have been.
but i can't keep what doesn't want me and what doesn't want to stay.
i just wish i held you longer.
i wish i could have told you i loved you
instead of yelling at you.
even though we've said our goodbyes
i still love you and i don't think anyone will love you as much as me.
i never wanted to leave
i never wanted to have to turn my back on you
but sometimes that's just how things have to be.
lately
lately i've been trying to write about you.
but i keep stopping half way through.
it's like typing out a long paragraph and realizing half way through they don't care and deleting it.
maybe it's because im losing feelings.
maybe it's because i realize you don't care and won't read this.
whatever it is
i'm sorry.
september 5th
i'd love to say,
"even after all of this i'm still here for you."
but i can't be.
this is the love i have no choice but to let go of.
i'll still think of you from time to time,
but it's something i know i have to stop doing.
i'll walk out the doors one last time
and i can never come back to you.
so ill hang my head and cry
and just thank God i didn't kill myself over all this.
and i think that's enough of a victory for me.
begger
i'm not a begger, but for you, boy
i'd get on my knees every night for you to just text me back if i had to.
its shitty how this goes
kind of shitty how this goes,
isn't it?
i had a dream about happiness
and you were there.
when i woke up you were gone.
vanished like the smoke from a cigarette.
escaped me like the air from my lungs when you look at me with those pretty, light green eyes.
it's shitty how i remember that night with you when you told me you loved me.
when you held my hand in a soft gentle loving way.
how you held my hair back while i was throwing up in your bathroom.
got up every hour to check up on me.
it's shitty how perfectly your lips locked with me.
a match made in heaven,
i'd walk through hell to be with you and keep you around.
it's shitty how i feel.
i say no strings attached,
no more
i'll never understand how you said "we can't do this anymore" while still kissing my lips the next morning.
-the next week is i guess when you really stuck to your words; and it ripped me apart.
part 31/never again
it wasn't the sex that made me attracted to you
it wasn't the words you said that night that made me fall more in love with you.
it was the kisses the next morning.
the cuddling
the hand holding.
all for the last time knowing it could never be again.
part 29/why
i was never the one for you.
i thought that.
i really believed that.
fell in love with the idea of us.
but,
i don't know why.
what does everyone else have that i dont?
why could it not be me
what did i do wrong.
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