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i'm sorry for running away.
the truth is, i can't handle people anymore.
i want to be alone. i want to taste the
silence,
feel the heaviness of my
self-imposed isolation bearing on my shoulders.
i know i promised never to go, but you
were the one who left first.
sometimes, its hard to
see anything around me and i feel
alone in these crowded rooms we reside in.
i'm empty and i miss you.
but i've felt this way so many times before.
and what i've learned is that this never disappears.
"this".
because it doesn't have a name; you can't pin it down
with a label.
it's just i-cared-about-you-and-i-loved-you-and-i-still-do-and-
always-will.
eventually, i think, this becomes a quiet whisper in my ear that
appears at any sudden moment and it says "i wish you were here".
the truth is, i can't handle people anymore.
i want to be alone. i want to taste the
silence,
feel the heaviness of my
self-imposed isolation bearing on my shoulders.
i know i promised never to go, but you
were the one who left first.
sometimes, its hard to
see anything around me and i feel
alone in these crowded rooms we reside in.
i'm empty and i miss you.
but i've felt this way so many times before.
and what i've learned is that this never disappears.
"this".
because it doesn't have a name; you can't pin it down
with a label.
it's just i-cared-about-you-and-i-loved-you-and-i-still-do-and-
always-will.
eventually, i think, this becomes a quiet whisper in my ear that
appears at any sudden moment and it says "i wish you were here".
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Bittersweet
"Darling, what makes you love me?" The question is so simply stated, in her purple velvet voice, as she reclines in his strong arms, and lets the bittersweet smoke caress their limbs, pulling them closer together.
His long inhale, as the toxins coat the soft tissue of his black lungs, is audible, as he mulls over the question before answering.
"I love how you can make insanity look beautiful." He states, recreating the day he came home, in his mind. The day he found her telling stories to the static on the television. The day he started to question if his joking label of "crazy" may possibly ring true.
"I love how I can tell when you're ha
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The Secrets People Hide
They watch you from a distance
Pretending to be happy
In their lives
Careful not to reveal
The discontent they feel inside
They can't be called total strangers
They are friends
And mothers
And wives
Hiding secret desire
From unsuspecting eyes
You can know a person
For years it seems
Never seeing the flames
They hide
Until of course
You find your own life
In such bittersweet demise
Then they come in numbers
Flocking to your side
Hoping to consume your pain
They feel they can confide
It's at this point you realize
The secrets people hide
Such discontent so rampant
Common to married life
Misery loves misery
And heart
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Regret?
Everyone writes about broken dreams, whether love is worth the pain, the crushed dreams of yesterday and chipped hearts incomplete. Everyone writes out of insecurities of the beautiful that brings us anguish of a heartful. I believe that the more negative things we spread in this world, the darker this world will become. And if only we could learn to share in action and words of the things we should live for, then this world may just have become just a little bit better than before.
We should never forfeit the good things in life because of the bad,and make our decisions in life based soly upon them. The most valuable things in life are defi
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I love the way you write. even though ive moved on from last years heartbreak, reading your work has almost brought me close to tears- its that honest and beautiful 
anyways, keep up the good work!
anyways, keep up the good work!