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There's somebody for everybody,

That's what they say

There's somebody for everybody,

I'm ninety eight percent certain

that there is not somebody for everybody,

There is somebody for right now 

and there are people for a little later,

People who are completely wrong

and too perfect to be around now,

I walk out my door everyday

I can see these people walking around

These people who avoid eye contact

or making a connection with you 

for fear of being misunderstood 

or judged too harshly on things 

that are normal god damnit,

Who ever is the person doing that 

by the way

Stop it

You are making it very hard for people

to meet those somebodys for everybody,

Nobody will share their hobbies

or their life stories because that one time

you laughed and said nonchalently

wow

You said wow,

Like I'm saying now

wow,

I digress,

At the end of the day 

me and you are the same,

We both want to go to sleep happy,

We want to wake up refreshed

and dress ourselves in some rare finite feeling,

Here today

gone tomorrow,

Just like loved ones,

You know what I do,

What I do is just pretend that anyone

that makes the conscious decision

to remove me from their life

is dead,

I grieve and mourn 

and move on with time,

Don't get me wrong though

I will grab the textbook

and will follow my emotional man cues,

Get drunk,

Drunk dial them,

Send them a regretful text,

Get drunk,

Have an emotional break down seeing them out,

I have feelings I'll admit

and can not control them easily

But to be honest they're dead,

They will never be that person they were

and no matter how much I can drink 

to give me the amount of courage I think 

will be able to fix the issue

It won't do a damn thing

because they're dead

They're buried in my shortcomings

in a field somewhere with a few other memories,

Flowers and arrangements of "I'm sorry" 

have being strown on the coffin,

The tombstone reads "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

and I visit it more times than I should,

too much to keep it together,

Bringing myself back home 

is a small step in the right direction 

till night falls on me,

I sleep to forget

I dream and remember 

to wake and regret,

Are we all this way at one time or another,