He told me he called it off but we both knew he still had feelings, feelings he couldn't describe.
I loved him.
He loved her.
I had lost my chance.
My chance at happiness, my chance at living.
My chance at telling him those three words.
He wanted help getting the girl not realizing he already got one.
Why did I turn him away the first time?
Doesn't matter now.
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Now he's mine and I'm never letting go.
He will leave soon...
For eight months..
First it was three days..
Now eight months, next
Years
Lifetimes
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How do I tell him I love him before then?
It all seems impossible and I know when he's gone I'll regret it.
I'll regret ever meeting him and falling in love.
When he goes off I know he will be doing what he wants but what about me?
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What about..us?
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Does it just end?
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How do I come back from that?
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I won't ever show him these papers but if he finds them there would be nothing I could do to make him not want to read them.
I just hate the thought of letting go.
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I guess that's just the way the knife plays with the noise.
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Life
PoetrySo last year I was going through some rough patches and started to write things down. It really helped me through a lot. Some of these passages are just plain dumb and goofy others get a little weird or sad. I am just going to put these out here bec...
