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Too Much Love

 I have been too much in love, to see the sorrow it hides.. I have seen pain, while love grows insane, I have cried all night, when all I wanted was to end the fight..   I have been too much in love, to see the lack of depth inside.. I have seen smiles, that don’t mean anything, I have seen teardrops, that fall and deny, I have seen broken pieces, scattered everywhere, when all I wanted was someone to hold me together..   I have been too much in love, to ignore the poison that kills one side.. I have slept through open eyes.. waiting on responses, I have kept withholding the lies.. sitting at the table for hours, I have seen myself vanquishing, trying to fit into a dress I will never wear.. when all I wanted was someone to stop treating me as a spare..   I have been too much in love, look at how obsessive this all sounds.. I hope when you read it, you still find me around.. amidst empty cups dusting a shelf, with a picture frame, of us still looking at each other.. ...

Tis Nothing

Nothing perhaps is wrong..
Nothing perhaps gets exceedingly long.
Nothing perhaps can be so strong..
That it cannot see how vehemently..
It gave in to the one who didn’t ever belong.
Nothing perhaps is left out..
Nothing perhaps is misfortune..
Nothing perhaps can seep in free of doubt.
That it finally seems to be peeling off..
Like the dried out skin..
Gorging out like the blatant drum roll over tin.
Nothing perhaps was there..
Nothing perhaps will spare..
Nothing perhaps will even lend a stare..
Nothing perhaps that one last word..
That has pulled back from getting overboard.
Realizing being allured is not freedom.

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