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feasts
fiends
making people scream
like a man used to torture
who couldn’t be bothered
to remind his brain
to forget everything
the air in here keeps telling me
but I cannot
tell myself
I look around at the
red brick walls
and I cannot bring myself to
avoid reliving
the many times we met in rooms
exactly like this and talked until
dawn about everything except
what was right in front of us
I would have given the
entire world of mine
to somehow talk cupid into
putting an arrow into your heart
I would not have
looked away that time
but now you
are so far away from me,
it hurts.
the grasping of your shoulders
when we hug is not enough
I want to see you every morning
I wake up
just by rolling over
if I don’t say something more than
ever before,
it may never happen…

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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