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The widest valley could be filled
with whats between us.
I lied.
You lied better.
...
I think love is cheap these days.
I'm always in it.
The old ones, the ones I've already loved
Are coming around again.
...
I never see my son.
His mother had him since 3
I had my own problems.
Still do.
...
Idiocy out for a stroll
Me benched, amazed at his gait.
I get up and go his way.
Sudden urges creep in and make their home in me.
...
I remember when I was three.
Can you?
For me it's easy.
My parents stopped being mommy and daddy that year.
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God was alone in a room with the universe at his feet.
He would receive no callers that day.
...
i could do all of those things you like, tell you i love you when I make you come.
i could do more. Its not going to be enough to hold you.
i could touch your body in the way you love the most.
its not enough.
...
I've never hungered like this before.
The word, Euphamisticly cynical, and accurate all at once.
To hunger, the way darkness hungers for darkness, and the ego a stage.
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I am a bit of a mess. I am a recovering addict and alcoholic; my penchant for all manor of vice has never been a very well kept secret. I have never had the audacity to call myself a writer. I simply write. My ambition to sell verse is not what many would call ardent. Though the idea of strangers reading my stuff appeals to me like four fingers of Glenlivet 25. There's plenty I could say about myself other than just a drive to write bad free verse poetry, but we're not at my therapists, now are we?)
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A Moment, And Then Another
The widest valley could be filled
with whats between us.
I lied.
You lied better.
I did not care at times.
I wont pretend to know if you
did.
I've been with the cure to a mans
blues many times since.
Is it really such a mess?
Yes it is.
I was foolish to love you.
Fools always love.
Always deeply it would seem.
Your golden hair spilling down your
back like a sunset.
Your eyes a fools demise.
I know I have heart enough to love
a new. Foolishness Is not curable it would
seem.
But in those moments you were true, even
if only to your own body when we made something
like love, those are the engines of regret.
And what I think of when I want to miss you.
Everything else was just movements in between.
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