Departure

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  • Always and forever no matter where you are or where you decide to go. My love will be there with you, just wish the two of you would know

Departure

Why do I love her
what us is there?
Why do I feel
so very helpless?

You're interesting, full of life
And always plan a step ahead

Why couldn't she
feel the same way?
Why can't I
receive the same?

Beauty with endless brown pools
that i couldn't help but sink into

I've given it my all
and still got screwed
No matter what I do
I can't accomplish anything worthwhile

Lively and energetic
the perfect mix of maturity

A taste of what
I can never have again
The sight of one
way to good for me

The perfect amount of everything
that once teased and pleased

The depression thats rising
when I lose over and over again
Never ending is what
I have to look foreward to

Goddess in her own way
and I couldn't help but stare

Why is everything
so very fucked?
Why couldn't I
convince her otherwise?

Tell me what I can do
to again, deserve one such as you

I felt weak and began to shudder
every time her eyes met mine
I now cower and cry
as I'm cast away

Silky smooth
with the bite of a tiger
Rough and tough
with the touch of an angel

A perfect mixture
of all the right essentials
Our embrace was electric
and now our departure, is my hell

I care so much now
That I cared too little then
I try to let her do as she pleases
so her happiness I do not disturb

Lonely and confused
I'm running far away into my mind
Where my secrets are locked
and death seems as if a haven

I have considered
devising a plan
One that will take me
where no one else can follow

A gleaming blade
a twitch of the wrist
No more self torture
no more endless pain

The end is near
as a smile forms at my lips
If there's no more me
there's no more you

Beauty, love, and then pain
Make up you, while making me deceased

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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