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Romantic, brown eyes consistently consume my vision –
Seeming to be insistent on never assuming what I envision,
Which leaves me persistent in presuming he’ll avoid this collision.

I am not here to bring about incisions, and yet I fear I ring loud with indecision.
I wish I could be clear in my every ambition, but I sing only to select ears with a distinct precision.

I used to sink in tears in hopes of a dramatic revision –
A rewrite to the fable that is my life…
…So I, alone, could write to disable every ounce of strife.

This pen cuts the night like a knife to show life in all aspects,
But the sight of what “just might be” seems so drastic.
Still, I hold tight to the light that withholds my own fanatic,
For losing grip in spite of what’s right could make this fantastic.
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I was thinking of you
Your face
Your smile

I started sinking out of view
Out of place
Every once in a while

After piecing together images of you
Before you were erased
Before my final exile

I turned into something we both never knew
An aspect replaced
Set aside to mourn later denial

~~~

I sat as a mere illusion
A past phase
A life already had

I needed an intrusion
A nudge on my days
A smile that wasn’t sad

I heeded to my own confusion
Needing a shove in my ways
Armored with a heart fully clad

I embraced the inevitable fusion
The unspoken phrase
The desirable amount of bad

~~~

I remain as a ghost
A spirit in your days
A breeze behind your ear

I’m an absent host
Your sunshine without rays
Although I still manage to sear

I’m gone the most
With emotions at bay
And every wave a potential tear

I don’t mean to boast
But my notions create a maze
Leaving most who enter in constant fear

I was thinking of you...Your face, your smile...

I remain as a ghost...A spirit in your days, a breeze behind your ear

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Here’s a sight for sore eyes – he simply disappears deep into the torrents of the night – to the point where my fright almost doesn’t seem right. Why fight for you when my sight fixated upon you has diminished? Wait – don’t interrupt – I’m not even close to being finished.

If I wanted a second helping I’d gladly replenish, but I no longer beckon for something causing today’s kind of menace. Your very existence has become its own nasty blemish, and I’m armed and ready to defend against my new and improved arch nemesis.

I feel the need to march straight up to the hate you’ve created, and face you straight on -
yelling at you at an alarming rate,
shedding my most charming of traits,
screaming to your face the saddest story, a tale of your own awful fate.

Come to think of it, it has left me quite parched, I’d say.

I’ll drink down this large amount of your hazy daze with complete and utter haste, then charge right back up to you once more but just enough to fill up my plate. I’m never too late for a second serving of lost faith – I’ll take what I can get. Even if it’s just a tiny bit – whatever can add more shit to the bottomless pit you call home.

I’d say I’ve set the tone, no? Now go ahead and crawl back to your hole, dragging along with you that pathetic thing you call a soul. I now see my fantastic yet drastic actions have finally taken their toll, so I’ll leave you be in your own misery to console what’s left of a heart that’s less than half full.

He simply disappears deep into the torrents of the night

If I wanted a second helping I’d gladly replenish

I’m armed and ready to defend against my new and improved arch nemesis

I feel the need to march straight up to the hate you’ve created – yelling at you at an alarming rate

I’ll drink down this large amount of your hazy daze with complete and utter haste

Now go ahead and crawl back to your hole, dragging along with you that pathetic thing you call a soul

I’ll leave you be in your own misery to console what’s left of a heart that’s less than half full