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The Last Poem About That One

There's always so much between so little words at the end.

If I knew all I had to ask was, "do you even want to be with me?"

To make it end, I would have asked that sooner.

That's how simple it could be.

Instead, I went through mental olympics.

I did all the twists and turns and jumps and tip toeing on eggshells

hoping for some sort of medal.

All I've done is lost.

It's been hell. And I've tried to keep it just mine. To myself.

And now I'm free, there are no sorrys that mean anything to me.

The future feels ahead instead of pressing against me again.

"Do you even want to be with me?"

Hooray. I've been released.

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"Love Lay-Over"

*spoiler* def forgot who this was written about

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"A Lunge Not Worth Jumping"

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"An Easy One to Overcome"

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"Baby, I want to be able to love you"

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"Safety Blanket Gone Wrong"

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"Not Looking to Get Any"

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"in 2nd place is still losing"

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"even acid couldn't burn your ego"

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"charm and a beer"

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"do I like to go fast you ask"

Some seriously agnsty emotions this one is, oh the 00s were a helluva time

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"dream lover"

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A poem I wrote and submitted before all my old blogs got erased into the ether.

Sad Face Emoji

“Are you a texter? Do you text?” you typed.  I giggled for real, replied “lol, yes.”  I miss the days of writing love letters,  and taking photographs you could hold.  Those days are gone.  I’ve done my best to adapt.  It’s all on one screen now.  It’s all one or zero now.  I’m T9ing this poem,  I’m not writing this poem.  I said only two things when you asked,  “what do you want from this?”  “For you to be happy,”  I paused. I thought. I added, “and honesty.”  I knew I had just asked too much.  Body language and intuition were enough.  I didn’t need to open the  digital Pandora’s box. But I did it anyway.  Now, the only proof we ever met  are our texts, if you kept them.  We never took a photo together.  We penned each other no letters.  I never even took a photo of you.  Maybe because I knew I could never capture the real you. 

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An original poem submitted by  wastingfate

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"bad @people"

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"Institution is in Decay"

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"Pedal a Little Faster"

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"Scorpio that hates sex"