A Not-Love Poem[What the stars tossed, salt-casual, onto the not-black of the not-night suggest could be love, but I can't read them.]A Not-Love Poem
This is not a love poem, not-love, a not-love poem.
Falling waist deep into February stomping the signatures of lost years in footprints on the pristine present- this, not-night has become electric with memories smashing through the thin ice of teenage alchemy, charged, with the possibility of heartache,
Train of Thought.Lies are too easy, especially when you have something to hide behind. Lines on a page, how can they say so much? How do you know they mean anything? You can’t prove that they aren’t just empty. Scribbles. Letters. Words.Train of Thought.
Each brickThere’s a project to start, a feat to undertake Building a solid foundation to keep your problemsEach brick
from winning when your happiness is at stake You’re the only one who, your life, condemns And you’re the only one who can hit the brakes
This isn’t a simple battle, it’s a full fledged war And even with support, no one can fight it for you It’s a game against yourself, with you keeping score It’s what determines where your life will eventually lead to.
You start building this project, for your safety is at stake Yet all alone, it seems t
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just be glad you'll smile again.
'Cause so many don't, and so many go unnamed.
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"If i had to choose between loving you, and breathing, I would use my last breath to say I LOVE YOU."
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Everything can be filed under "miscellaneous."
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