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I’ll never mean to her
What she means to me
But then I don’t think
There ever can be
A true complete balance
This isn’t the fist time
I suspect it won’t be the last
And truth be told
I’m sure I’ve been
On both sides
And both seem to hurt
The best we can hope
Is to be ok
With the imbalance
23 Tuesday Dec 2014
The clock stopped ticking
The moment you closed your eyes forever
And I have been watching it ever since
Waiting…
For what, I am not sure
I know it will never tick again
And I know I need to put it down
But I just can’t seem to find the strength
To let go
I seem to be holding
Far too many clocks
That have stopped ticking
17 Wednesday Dec 2014
Posted in Poetry
Sometimes it comes slowly
Like beauty eroding over time
Sometimes it comes quickly
Like a tidal wave crashing down
That somber realization
That you didn’t mean to someone
What ever it was that you thought
Maybe you meant something once
~ and maybe you never did
Maybe the signs were there
~ you just couldn’t bear to see
But once you realize
That you just don’t mean the same
~ there is no going back
To that place you wanted to be
16 Tuesday Dec 2014
Posted in Poetry
She wears armor
In the shape of silence
Words too sharp
Cannot
~ must not be heard
Each syllable a weapon
Chipping away
At what’s left
Of walls no longer tall enough
Inside she needs the cold
To survive the heat
Too many feels
Each burning hotter than the last
I want to reach out
Try and heal
But right now
My fingers are acid
I want to
~ need to be there for her
But my love for her
Is stronger than my need
So I’ll sit still
Quiet
Until her armor
Made from silence
Gets her through her dark
Back into my dark
Where I’ll hold her safe
10 Wednesday Dec 2014
Posted in Poetry
I’ll pretend I don’t
But I do
I’ll pretend I don’t
But I always will
I’ll go on
As if everything
Is going ok
But it isn’t
I’ll smile a smile
That isn’t a smile
And laugh a laugh
That isn’t a laugh
I’ll pretend I don’t
But I do
I’ll pretend I don’t
But I always will
Love her
I do
And always will
But I’ll pretend
That I don’t
Because she needs me to
18 Saturday Oct 2014
Posted in Poetry
I whispered her name
As she laid in my arms
But she couldn’t hear me
She would never hear
Anything ever again
And I wondered
such an odd wonder
Had I whispered her name
Enough while she
was still alive
If I had whispered it more
Would she still be here
How many things
Could I have done
Should I have done
To keep her here
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