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Feel like a fugitive in my own life,                                                                                                               

kind of use to it and enjoy it.                                                                                                                  

Filling the gap where your life and love should be.                                                                                        


Do you know how fucking alone I am now?                                                                                                   


That doesn't matter.                                                                                                                                   


My views go to ink, captured in my poems.                                                                                          

What will you think when you read it?                                                                                                                      


I know you exist,



If you didn't,

I'd be totally alone.                                                                                                                  


Like not now.                                                                                                                                                      


What if you don't exist and I'm wrong in believing that you do exist and you actually yearn to be with me?                                                                                                                                                    


What if I chose to leave here?                                                                                                                

My choice.                                                                                                                                                


No one can stop me.                                                                                                                      

Someone should save me.                                                                                                                    

But who?                                                                                                                                                    


You? An unnamed angel?



My latest flame?


Dark delicious pull of you being too late tugs at me,                                                                                 

like gravity at a comet passing a gas giant.

A cataclysm.                                                                                                                 

No worries.

Pathways to where?                                                                                                                          


I had it all before, a caring witch wife, bakery job, car, holiday a year.                                                   

That was fifteen years ago.                                                                                                                     


Why do I wish I had it now, not then?


Was I young and innocent back



My life, so back to front.                                                                                                                                     


If you do exist, I promise to wait for you, for a while.                                                                                      

And when I'm gone,                                                                                                                                    you'll follow me and we'll be together forever,                                                                                      

even though I don't know your name.                                                                                                           

You wanted me to wait for you forever.                                                                                                               

I need you now.

Oh how Goth.

His latest flame dying now....

cancelled gighis latest flameold memories


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nick armbrister

Sat 14th Dec 2013 00:26

well Shevaughn I met a gal on some penpal site I joined when I couldn't sleep in the summer. i went to see her in the Philippines. shes as crazy as me lol. same interests too. no lectures when i get a new tattoo or want to go to the plane museum or see a goth band. im different and will die for what im into and believe in.cant be doing with fly by night cowboys lol. stay happy young lady and true to you. always.:)

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Fri 13th Dec 2013 07:54

Such a heartbreaking poem . Your feelings are so alluring.
I'm just 16years old but I can tell you with utmost sincerity and genuineness that whoever your looking for will be yours very soon or she might even be right around the corner,who knows.Whatever it is,don't stop wanting her no matter what happens :)

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