It's just me,
Thinking you'd stay;
When, in fact, you won't.
One tiny blink,
And you're gone--
Not even knowing,
My reasons, for everything.
And, it's just me, again--
Asking why.

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"You stare so much;
I wonder,
If you read him,
In me."

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The creature was shaped,
Into another being;
Through a manipulative
Substance; termed,
Ingeniously, as love.

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Beauty is when my Dad
Looks at me with
All his love, care, and hopes!

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This is me. This is all, I could ever be.
Love me or leave me--your choice.
For, I'm tired of replacing my skin;
For each person who uses me;
Then, leaves me.

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The love, you offer--
Is also the love,
You seek, in silence.

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I am grateful for every tear,
Every heartache, every rejection;
That I received--and suffered for;
For they sculpted me,
Into the battered soul--I am, today.
Yes, I'm full of wounds and cicatrices;
Yet, I'm more meaningful, this way.

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You were someone, I loved.
I cried, a river of tears, when you left.
Now, you're merely good material,
For poetry and prose.

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Though you left me,
Without any reason;
I'm here--pining for you;
Searching the crowd,
Looking for your face.
My heart, in tears.

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He tried. He persisted.
He remained focused.
He offered his damnedest.
Yet, he felt emptier,
Than before--

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