Am I drunk or a Poet ?

The sun seeped through my windows,
and curled up with me on the floor,
The clouds float through my mind,
all as I lie there sad and sore.
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When it comes to emotions,
I can never really express many of them.

They sit there, forever waiting,
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What are YOU?
your a beating heart;
a budding soul;
a ray of sunshine.
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I can hear the beating of your aching heart,
Believe me my dear, it hurts me to.
I want to run back and help you heal,
But believe me my dear, I wouldn't fix you.
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When I look up to the stars,
I find a glimpse of us.
When I look down onto the sea,
I see a stream of memories.
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I want to say I don't miss you,
But wouldn't that be a lie?
Sometimes I wish,
We could have found a reason to stay.
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I'll always keep loving you,
Does that make me an idiot?
I'll always leave you flowers,
Does that mean I can't let go?
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I find death scary,
But life not worth living,
for what am I?
An empty shell?
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My life is so busy,
there is no room for tears,
I just cannot process my emotions
that led to something more severe.
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I'm sick of being that friend,
the one that texts first,
the one that keeps the conversation going
and our friendship in the works.
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