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I’d rather it not end

The end is just the beginning.

We try our best to dream, twisting our necks around towards the sound of clapping hands, sparks flying from their lagging souls. Sparking laughter and admiration, blurry faces in the crowd, they blur out the sound of the ending that blends into the opening. Act on your wishes and don’t let them be drowned out by the beat of another’s heart, screaming at your eyes for wandering much too far. There’s no denying who you are. They can’t deny you from afar.

We explore new territory even when they blot out our eyes, feel our way through because they can’t blot out our mind, blot out our drive. Touch the surface of the desk, the cup that holds our fantasies, the soft blankets of our safe nest, the one they can’t take away from us. We smile because who else could tell us what to feel now? I mean, we’re not tied down.

So then let the story begin and don’t fear when it ends
because the end is the beginning of the beginning to a new end.


Too Much, Too Soon

Desperate for an instant connection,
Like grabbing at affection just for affection,
Art just for art’s sake, friendship for friendship’s sake,
Romanticized, but what is at stake?

Forgetting that happiness happens over time,
That bonds are complex rhythms, not simple rhymes,
What is wrong with my must-have, envious mentality,
I never used to have such green-tinted tendencies.

Impatient with weaving complicated ties,
And believing instead all the intricate lies,
Seeking to replace reliable relation,
with the shallow promise of instant gratification.

Slipping into self-reflection,
I ask myself about my aggressive actions:
Why sprint to the finish line,
When it isn’t a race, and you know you’ll be fine?


He hasn’t apologized for what he’s done yet,

And he never will.

His persona rests on the mindset of couldn’t-care-less; he’ll take your happiness and say that it’s his, leave you a mess. It’s not like he doesn’t acknowledge what he did, but he believes that it’s fine to steal hearts, so immoral he is, saying it’s “mine” yet he didn’t fork over a dime of emotion because according to him, he doesn’t owe anyone anything, whether it be a dime or an apology.

His own heart is as bland and gray as his way of life, cobwebs crawling up the hollowed insides that hold nothing but empty feelings and withered promises, forgotten friendships and meaningless poetry. Formed beautifully, but thoughtlessly, insensitively. If you thought he was earnest, you were fooled by his simple trickery.

Sorry, but honestly, if it’s him you’re afraid of losing, you’ve got nothing to lose.


You’ve done so much for me,
Even after all I’ve done to you.
Never do you falter in giving me the time of day.
In fact you’ll give me everything, no matter how far away
You are

The best I could ever have asked for.
All those times you were there for me,
I’ll never forget
And if I do, it’ll be my biggest regret
In life

You have given me nothing but support.
In all my times of need,
You have been my life line,
The only one I could call no matter what time
It was

The best present you could have ever given to me.
The worst thing you could ever take away.
It is your friendship
That gets me through all the hard shit
Thank you.

I posted this two days ago: Friendship? And it’s pretty negative, but today is Friendship Day, so I thought I’d try a poem with a different perspective on friendship.

Dedicated to my best friend ♥
and anyone that has ever been there for me.


The sad rags of friendship hang in the air
Do these things ever last?

There is only a handful of people that I can depend on.
You are not one of them. Neither are you.
Ones that have called themselves my best friends.
Well, they all have their own lives to tend to.

Who but you would ever really care?
Care enough to put me before their games and stories?
Who but you would be a real friend?
But even you are not here for me right now.