S: Chance

Tell me about the way we were before

Is there a way to become new

After all we've been through

How much more could we do

Together, it has been a while

Now our potential, we have to see through

It's fine if you don't want to

But at least I know

What we could be and what we are

There's so much that we could do

And it's okay if you don't want to

Hear me out though we can go so far

Potential, there is a chance

One that I would willingly take a stance

In attempting what we were before

Or we could even do something more

We could help each other love

As friends, there is a strength we could have

But I can't do this without you

So let me know when you think this through

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Written on October 13th, 2015

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S: Our Suffering

Mend me, Break me

Mistaken me for what I believed,

was what truly seemed

Trusting, Rebuffering

Known suffering

How long will this last?

Insure me, A breather

Somehow my grave keeps digging deeper

Past six feet under

I look down at our borderline

So what am I to you?

A mistake? An excuse?

The real deal? The amusement for your lies.

I’m here at the borderline

No farther, no closer is fine

How much longer?

Because my heart won’t last.

Deciding, after this whole time

Reminding of the old time

Question, how divine?

Trust me! When I say I’m not fine.

After all of this, how do you-

expect the route to become smooth when

we can’t even communicate through this?

What is it that bothers you?

What have I done?

Is there something I can do?

Are there issues unspoken?

On the inside I have you, and part of your heart

But the same goes for you, it’s what keeps up from being apart

But how many times do we

Have to bicker and walk away

With my anger, and your secrets

How are we, supposed to be…

Expecting to get better

Because this isn’t what’s the matter

Not that we don’t know that there’s something wrong

But our pride together!

After taking, one deep breath

Tears staining my cheeks

I can say, that sadly, I won’t say this to you

Because you told me to never say it

But the truth is

I’m still

In love with you,

But it’s not only that

How can we attract

When you refuse to interact with me

Not telling me the truth doesn’t only hurt me

It hurts you, and now we’re both suffering. 

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Written May 20th, 2015

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S: Only Myself

S - Single. Does not belong to a specific poetry book. 
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It isn’t you I understand

It’s all me and that much makes sense

Because it always is

No matter the situation

These tears, aren’t for you

They’re for my foolishness

And for what I thought through

How could I ever be, so stupid?

Chorus:

It doesn’t makes sense, oh no- not this right now

Because I’m so confused

Who am I to blame?

I blame myself, but then- whose fault is it

I don’t’ know

Sighing I look out in the distance

And I wonder, does anyone understand me

What am I doing? Am I looking for something more?

Sitting down alone I realize that this time scare me quite a bit

I’m nervous, slightly

Chorus

It doesn’t make sense, oh no- not this- oh not now

Because meanings seem to blend together, what happened

I try not to lose myself because the person I hold onto is myself and right now my own confidence has faded

What am I to do? It makes me wonder

What have I been through? I ask myself

Is there anything worse than this?

Waking up, I realize that things are different

I don’t feel the same

Don’t tell me that

I already choose the wrong decision

Who is there to blame?

I’ll blame myself and no one else

And yet it still doesn’t make sense

It’s not that I’m not trying to make this not ‘0make sense’

All I want, is for someone to tell me

What’s going on

Oh I don’t know

Right now I want to comprehend why thing are happening

But obviously, that’s not working

I feel so riled up to the top

Would someone help me?

Oh stranger, would you please

Afraid, a foe,

Either way, I won’t mind you at all

Help me

I’m desperate here

And I’m still baffled by the things people put me through

So who Is the blame

I don’t know

I’ll blame myself.

Chorus

But does it have to make sense?

That’s the question

Let me blame the only culprit

Trapped behind a mirror

Myself

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Written December 24th, 2015 - Found in my Google Drive
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