Justin Fitzpatrick Poems

There is nothing wrong with not knowing who you are
It is not some unwritten sin
It is not a broken mirror in which to stare
It is nothing to hold your tongue to
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If you think that I will perish
With nothing more than tears
If you think that I only hope
Since I hide within my fears
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She walked as far she could
And felt every season
Listened to more stories than a library
And stayed no matter the reason
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I will not throw another coin into the fountain
For it has never brought riches to me
I will not throw one wish into that water
It echoes nothing of my destiny
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I knew a man who joked at every turn
Who’s life was one big play
With multiple costumes
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When I’m dead
Which won’t be wrong
I want no flowers
No tender song
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You have given up on me
I know you have
I see it time and time again
You have given up all hope
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Listen please
I cannot repeat
That in which you cease
To reveal to me
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Once was a memory left unscathed
What a happy innocent event
It whacked a nerve
It scarred
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You’ll never dream again
They told me
And I cried
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