Unfinished Poems from my Notes App

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Sleeping next to you becomes sleeping with you
And I hate my lack of self control
Cause you go on your phone
And fall asleep to your shows

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Do you know that I cried next to you in the car that day?
Cause you couldn't tear your eyes from your phone to look at the road,

I wonder if you forgot that I was there too

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I want you to still want to marry me
But is it too much to ask if you still do?
I can't do much to help this anxiety

But evidently neither can you

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You know me
So don't sit there with your hands on your ears while I'm making noise
Because then I'll fall silent, you'll ask why
Until a part of me is unsure why I started crying

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It is nearly eleven
And my lips are sore from biting them
And I cannot breathe
You should be calling soon, but you're out
And I'm tired
And you're not yourself when you're drinking

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I've got one earring and mugwort tea
It's strange that you're not here to do this with me.
I thought of telling you to get your sympathy
But I cannot blackmail you into loving me.

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I'm throwing stones at a brick wall
And I come up bleeding from the backlash of it all.

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I guess I can't blame you
You learned it from your dad
I almost called you last night
But I knew you'd apologize or just go to bed.
You just stopped coming around like the snow
And I know you got busy
But was that an excuse just to stop loving me?

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I was anticipating the end of it all as soon as it began.

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Like the snow you went with the rain
And I guess what I'm trying to say
Is you were never that brave
And never good enough
To drive me that insane

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The gift that you gave me...
It's voice box still tells me that you love me when you no longer can.

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Maybe you were not meant to stay
But you were meant to teach me something;
A man that truly loves me won't roll over and sleep beside a dead body.

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I lost the man I loved as you stepped on that shoebox plane
And as they took you to that place of nothingness,
I briefly imagined what things might be like when you'd return.
I couldn't have imagined this.

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