The days,hours,minutes,seconds..all spent glorifying your existing being. Filed carefully away in my mind as I reminisce about the good, And less than appeasing memories we've shared. Quite honestly I've loved you for a billion years,no i am not dramatizing, atoms are attracted to other atoms they've been separated from. You,are the atoms my atoms had been missing for years. Now that I've seen,the way your eyes sparkle and the devilish smirk I once found oh so charming I realized: maybe it wasn't our atoms but more so my desire to find my other half, the rest of my atoms. That I,foolishly claimed you were the star to my never ending galaxy of hope. Now that I've realized that you,do not complete me atomically, do not come and tell me you finally see me as something special. When the time comes that I fall in love with someone new,don't show up teary eyed,voice cracking and face red saying you've always wanted me while crying your crocodile tears. And when the time comes when I walk down the isle in white,don't show up in a freshly ironed suit,hair combed back and hand trembling, claiming you've always needed me while crying your crocodile tears. and finally,when I've grown old,And the time comes to lower me into the soft soil, don't show up in all black,eyes red,hair a mess,claiming you always loved me,while crying your crocodile tears.
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Hyacinths & Biscuits
PoetryCarl Sandburg once said "Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits." Enjoy this collection of poems, text messages, diary entries and more. Starting from age 15, and continuing to this day.
