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The small dark movie of my life

Sometimes I feel
silence casts me
in a bad light
my emotions
so complex
can only process
I feel like an accident
in a Brave New World
I'm in love with U
but some nights
I come undone
like an Earth
without an Allison
Many Marthas
just won't do
Moonlight Sonatas
guy friends
that I see through
you created this Universe
now where are you?
You invited me
into your isolation
gave me
a starring role
in your memories
now I'm empty
distant from me
and 10,000 miles
from family
and you feel
like a victim
all I wanted to do
was love you
I never tried to improve
I would have
always seen you through
You left me
one too many times
for my imaginary crimes
and again
you tried to return
in our home
when in rome
you ripped up
all the pictures
left me all alone
every time
I left the room
you still
checked my phone
there was nothing
I could do
to free you
from your past
I don't remember
wanting anything more
than I wanted us to last
now we cry
in seperate rooms
still not moving on
but sitting
4 feet from me
I can tell that
you have gone
you loved the poetry
in me
but couldn't take the dross
its better to have loved
so I'll take the loss
begin again
so you won't wonder
I'll be leaving
all your friends
I hope you
can forgive me
for my need to versify
Its how I stay alive
how I fix
what you broke
Its better
than rum and coke
and too many smokes
pain filled jokes
choose better next time
you read
but did you read
between the rhymes


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