Nothing
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not even a ripple was made
as I left your life
no tears were shed
not even a breath of air
covered your face
no change at all
No difference from one
moment to the next
but to me
the world grew dark
a gaping hole sucked me down
back into the pit
no light to guide me home
Just silence and the echoes
of laughter from your world
Which went on without me
Drain me
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Enjoy it all every last ounce
Leave nothing, have your fill
Hollow desires forsaken and vacant
The time has come for the next step
I am tired and weary
Exhausted beyond comprehension
So when you depart just leave me empty
Do not be afraid to take all you need and more
And when the last drop is finally gone
I shall at last find peace
Of Little Value
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No value placed on
What was freely given
Gift though it might
Have been.
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Wrapped in shiny paper and bow
It counted for nothing
Tossed to the ground
A mere distraction
To pass the time.
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It was never even opened
Just glanced at and
Discarded when another
Shiny object was placed
Into apathetic hands.
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Thanks were given
All the courtesies observed
But all thought of the gift
Gone in the blink of an eye
Forgotten before it
Reached the ground.
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Solitary it lays
A cruel reminder of
My insignificance.
Absence
pounding torrents
roll over me
...
reminding me
of what I have not
creating bitterness
and regret
the pitter patter
of thankful raindrops
for what I do have
don't seem to register
because absence
is louder than presence
Erasure
If I could go back in time
And never meet you
Get close to you
...
Or let you in
Without a backward glance
I would wipe you
From my existence
Free
Once tethered here
Release shall come
Regrets shall evaporate
...
It shall be done
And as a ripple in a pond
The impact made will fade away
Forgotten and left as before
No memory of the shackled soul
That resided in this space
So there's a picture I saw.. has the dos equis(sp) dude on it... and it says this:
I don't always fall in love but when I do... I do it with a completely wrong person and then fuck up my life a good deal because I am obviously retarded. I don't like the word retarded so I replace it with... I am obviously a moron. Then it's pretty accurate for me.
I always choose the one person who I will never be good enough for. And then I do everything I possibly can to drive them far away from me. And then if that doesn't work... I find something to get mad about... blow it out of proportion and walk away. A very fucked up form of protection.
Getting perilously close to the walking away stage. Not that the person even knows... they don't even notice I am alive unless I am right in front of their faces waving "look at me look at me!" My arms are tired. And my heart is tired. I wish I could give it a rest.
