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There was something there 

I refuse to believe you’re unaware

Of all those moments and what we shared

Not only is it incredibly unfair

To be painted as someone impaired

Because I noticed exactly what was there

Maybe I’m right and you needed some flare

So you used my emotions regardless of the tear

It caused in my heart when I became aware

That I was nothing more than an ego stroke

Because it all seemed like the perfect joke

Fool the girl into heartbreak

By letting her know she was never great

Not even close, it was just a prank

Either way I don’t care

If you actually liked me deep down somewhere

Because now I know the definition for overrated

And next time I won’t be so easily baited

I will dangle from a thread,

Before I let go of you;

You will have to pick me off,

Say, "fuck off",

And flick me away.

Make sure I'm long in the distance;

See that it's dark,

Cold,

Dank.

Do not care.

Just walk away;

Leave me to stumble 

Crawl,

Fight,

My way to the light.

When I call your name,

Please be silent.

Do not call out to me,

Even if it's kind of you to guide me.

Maybe I'll get lost,

Or someone will find me along the way,

And take a left,

When I ask to go right;

So, when I get to where I need to be,

Maybe you will be nothing to me.

That is the only way to get rid of me

by Jeph Johnson 

Your bloodshot eyes met mine steel blue
And for one brief moment life seemed brand new
The dance you dance on the avenue
Is a different dance than I'm used to
Yet for awhile I did conclude
Things could still be good for both our moods
But no matter how much I want them to
It seems my dreams never come true
They began but we got confused
And now I don't even have a clue
Why love like this I wanna persue
Or why for hours I waited for you
On the dark night of the crescent moon
You danced away to a barbecue
Now I don't deserve one such as you
But I desperately need myself a muse

by DaddyO

A weak little boy in a "daddy" disguise
Bought all the toys money could buy
For his babygirl to leave on the floor
He gave her his world, but she wanted more

When she was annoyed she'd never cry
For she was his joy and he trusted the lie
With dysthymia permeating her core
Her idea was simply to walk out the door

Instead of trying to reconcile love
She left behind miles and miles of
Heartstrings securing his heart to hers
Her destiny's clearing while his vision blurs

Out of sight,

Out of mind.

It has been eight years,

But still I never forget.

I stopped waiting for you.

I have been in different relationship.

Like a ball,

I kept bouncing back to you.

I miss you,

You don't miss me.

I love you,

You don't love me.

Why I am afraid to lose you?

When you are not even mine.

I can conquer everything,

But not your love.

I want to be the one for you.

But you are the moon,

And I am the sun.

We would never meet.

If I could give you one thing,

It's the ability to see yourself through my eyes.

Maybe finally you can see the real me,

For you to see and look at me.

We aged and change,

Maybe this time we could meet.

Put all these things behind the past.

Start all over again for a better version of us. 

What would I tell you?

If but all the things left unsaid

My heart overflows

But you can’t hear them

When did love become a field

That when plowed with such tender words

Becomes a battlefield

that runs red with the open wounds of untold thousands?

With the love in my heart my soul wishes for you

A brighter day than the last

Where we greet each day with a thought of each other

And end each in turn in an embrace.

Where a road not traveled

led to a grove of refreshing trees

and we stood unafraid in the clearing

confessing our love for each other

The sweet nothings, the sound of your breath in my ear

a melody of daily perfection

where we meet our fullness

in the bread that is the other’s mere presence?

Reality is our bread,

Pain it’s main course

Damned by our own limitations and longings

Of it we’ve had our fill

A tender expression,

a longing look,

a lingering touch

reminders of a love that cannot be

Forever is our course

Eternity is our damnation

That our paths had crossed earlier

So that our longing could be satisfied

So what’s leftover?

True love never dies.

It’s sad undeath remains

unsaid

Slowly, slowly, slowly...

This is the speed that I can feel you

slipping through my fingers.

The way you act around me now,

is so different thank it was before.

You may let me be near you,

but your body language

is speaking volumes to me.

You sit stiffly,

not looking at me much.

I can see, day by day,

that what we used to be

now is just a fantasy...

Slowly, slowly, slowly

I can feel you just

slipping right through my fingers.

You'll never be mine again.

Addictive Pain

They say eyes are the windows to the soul, but all your eyes do when you look at me is take control, I am no noble man and could never be a saint – all I've got is this pen and on this paper it’s my soul I paint.

I am a slave to the heart, wrapped up in mental chains – I let down my guard as your memory danced upon my brains. Staring at this blank wall as the paint starts to peel – these words could never really express how I feel.