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Unfortunate

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Well, I thought it was unfortunate.

The way you confined me, like a tourniquet.

Jokes on you, babe. Can’t turn a misfit.

Am who I am, done what I’ve done, get with it.

My mistake was thinking there was one.

Finally I woke up, screaming I’m so done.

Congrats on your battle; it’s a war I’ve won.

“You’ll never leave me” a line for beginners.

Bring out the firing squad, pull the triggers.

Well, I thought it was quite misleading.

Tell me that you’ll marry me; stop my breathing.

I tried on a ring, so deceiving.

Now, you’ve done it all. We’re dead and I’m grieving.

My mistake was thinking there was one.

Finally I woke up, screaming I’m so done.

Congrats on your battle; it’s a war I’ve won.

“You can’t do better” a line for beginners.

Bring out the firing squad, pull the triggers!

Well, I thought it was a punishment.

Karma’s coming back with all these troubled men.

Once I catch a man, I’m fumbling.

Relationships so rocky, they’re crumbling.

My mistake was thinking there was one.

Finally I woke up, screaming I’m so done.

Congrats on your battle; it’s a war I’ve won.

“You’re just a quitter” a line for begginers.

Face the firing squad, I’ll pull the trigger.

This

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This defeat is a victory.

What part of that can’t you see?

You’ve never pushed or fought this hard for anyone or anything. You’re finishing what you started, not just leaving it a dream.

You’ve learned to depend on yourself, instead of a team.

This nightmare woke you up into all the right things.

This defeat is a victory.

Now there’s an old you, new me.

I command the room now, so here, have a seat.

Took nearly twenty-seven years for us to meet.

Thank God, I like her, and she likes me.

This nightmare woke me up into all the right things.

This defeat is a victory.

Simplistic

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It pays to be observant.

Rest assured, you deserve it.

Thinking no one hears you

talking ‘bout me like you do.

You may as well be screaming from the rooftops.

You wouldn’t shut up, even if you could stop.

Time and time again, I catch you in the act.

I say next to nothing, and you know that’s a fact.

 Now that I’m writing, you’re scared and confused.

Hoping I stay quiet, but I’m sorry, you’re the muse.

Why am I even taking time to apologize?

I’m writing a true story, wouldn’t waste my time on lies.

Maybe you should’ve been a better person.

But, who am I to even give you a warning?

Sorry not sorry for reflecting on my past. 

The tables have now turned, feeling free at last.

R

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I hope you accept my apology.

It’s a little late, but fuck the chronology.

To you, I was a me that I didn’t know.

Young and dumb, I guess, just goes to show…

I ruined a good man and a good thing.

But, God had other plans and we just weren’t meant to be. 

He took the heat, when I was to blame.

There he was, burning, and I, the flame.

Fling? What’s that? We lasted nearly four years.

I just didn’t know what love was; my heart had never shed a tear.

I needed to learn, I needed that heart break.

I needed to look back, needed to see my mistakes.

You deserved better than me, and always have.

Now you have a new love, and for you, I’m glad.

With her, down to the name, you have a second chance.

I pray your heart is healed and full; that her love can’t

ever run out.

I have never done a wrong,

like the wrong I did to you.

I hope you accept my gratitude.

So much to say; I can’t wrap it up in a thank you.

Four years, as a kid, I grew up with you.

Gave me all of you, and I gave you nine million attitudes.

Did I even say thank you?

Back then?

That’s when

you needed it the most.

Did I give that to you?

Damn, I hope.

To clarify, I don’t miss you and I don’t miss us.

I miss all the missed opportunities I had to tell you that I suck.

So, once again, allow me to apologize.

Half of that shit was my fault, I won’t lie.

By half, I mean most. And by most, I mean all.

Thank you for breaking me, gifting me that fall.

Without you, I’d still give a selfish love.

Without you, I’d be blind to the gifts from up above.

I needed to hurt you and be hurt by you.

I needed those lessons that could only be taught by you.

It’s not you, it’s me.

Please, accept my apology.

Quilt

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Quietly,

I sit and sew this quilt.

Wish I could stop,

both the sewing and this guilt.

Equal,

was no patch.

All, a different trauma than the last.

Quietly,

I sit and sew this quilt.

Wishing for a pop of color…

only to get a charcoal gray, and then, another.

Frequently,

I’ll sneak a yellow in the yarn.

Only to be ruined by a drop of red,

thanks to self harm.

Quietly, 

I sit and sew this quilt.

Mourning not my death, but rather this life I built.

Hoping I sew together the very last patch,

and tomorrow begin another,

a fresh start,

at last.

Off

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Hazy. Hazed. Haze.

Sums up my lazy days.

Blurred beyond borders,

yet stuck in this corner.

Crazy. Crazed. Craze.

Sums up my manic days.

Missing mellow middles,

having cried, a little.

Lying. Liar. Lie.

Tell the room that you’re fine.

Seeking silent solace,

having known I lost it.

Crying. Crier. Cry.

No one hears you at night.

Missing mellow middles,

having died, a little.

Nemesis

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Talk to me?

I’ll talk to you.

I think I finally know how to stand out in a crowd.

Please. Don’t make me laugh now.

You’re scared. You always were.

You’re lying! Wait. Are you sure?

Because this isn’t what I’m seeing.

Well, now it’s what you’re hearing.

Take it back! Hold your breath.

Why? So you can continue on in this nothingness?

It isn’t nothing when you’re something. 

Illusions are excluded.

It’s me! It’s true! They love the things I do.

So young; so blind. You’re never on their mind.

Why am I your prisoner, when you commit the crime?

Well darling, I am yours and you

are mine.

Love Letter

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I still hear you, 

lingering in the back of my thoughts. 

Naturally intimate,  

but wasn’t that always the case? 

You spoke my language.  

An effortless intellectual romance. 

I still feel you, 

holding onto me and our innocence. 

Rebellious instincts, 

but can’t we blame my age? 

You were worth my punishment. 

 An embrace we didn’t want to end. 

I still see you, 

and the outline of your glasses. 

If only I could kiss you, 

but we’ve wanted that for over a decade. 

You’re my heart’s biggest regret. 

An empty, bottomless pit of ifs. 

I remember getting your letter in the mail. 

My chest started to tighten. 

You remembered me. 

It seems that we think of one another when we’re in our lows. 

Here I am, 

in a temporary low. 

There you are. 

Somewhere, perhaps even now with a family to call your own. 

Nonetheless, I hope you’re in a high. 

Ending this letter feels like our last goodbye. 

Wrong and useless. 

Old friend, I wish you well. 

As I know you’d wish the same for me.