Try.

Sometimes I feel like I forgot

How to cry.

Sometimes all we need is

Someone to pry.

Sometimes I want to rant till

My mouth runs dry.

Sometimes all we need is

That someone to try.

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Disregard.

Worn down facade,

Wall paint like feelings — they fade.

Her happiness,

He thwarted.

Her birthday,

He disregarded.

He wrote her a card,

But there was no cake.

He thought long and hard,

And said,

“It’s time to part —

A decision I’ve made.”

She’s scarred,

For 4 years less than a decade.

So dead in her heart,

But alive in her head.

Dove.

Going double

It spells trouble.

Son of a gun,

They call it fun.

Evil is love

Masked as a dove.

Twisted fate

And undying hate.

Left at the end,

A broken heart to mend.

Mere.

She only speaks

Of what she fears.

He only seeks

What he wants to hear.

Darkness forgets

Whatever held dear.

Perhaps when the sun rises

It’s when it all turns clear.

Fall.

Realised ’twas a bad call,

Following a bad fall.

Passion walked out the door,

We couldn’t do anything more.

Our love was bald,

There’s nothing else worth fighting for.

Except.

You live without empathy,

Your friends had no value.

You didn’t know filial piety,

Or the love mum gave you.

You took everyone for granted, 

And everyone chose to forgive.

Now that I’m gone,

I see you’ve changed.

I hope it’s for good,

Or it isn’t worth where it began.

Maybe my role is to give,

And that’s all I meant to be.

If one day we were to meet,

I wish awkward it wouldn’t be.

Rain.

I can’t say I’m just feeling a tad sad,

Never thought it would hurt this bad.

A friend I’d love to be,

But a friend I wouldn’t dare be.

I guess we need to stop at fifth,

Because it’s you – I can’t fall in love with.

A bond like that I would try to break,

An ache beyond this I shouldn’t take.

Departure.

Can I leave?

Should I leave?

I’m leaving.

Wait, why am I even asking?

As if it’ll give us greater meaning,

Or an opportunity for understanding.

At least now I’m thinking,

Sometimes I need to stop believing.

This time my heart is really aching,

I don’t wanna do anything demeaning.

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