poetry
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It Lives With Me
I live with loneliness. It’s a loneliness that crawls over me. It gets into my head and makes me doubt whether I am good enough. It attaches itself to my most personal parts and tempts me in ways that make me feel ashamed. It follows me like a bastard shadow, and trips me up as…
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First to Last
On the first night they met, their worlds collided, and he was excited and uncertain of their future. On the first night they slept together, he lay in bed after, watching her sleep and he felt a peace wash over him On the first night in the house, he truly felt at home for the…
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Too many empty rooms
Something has changed and he can’t understand it. The silence is new. It is a silence he has never heard before. It is loud, and intense as it rings in his ears. He tries to fight it by opening the windows to let the world in, but even the world can’t penetrate the walls. Occasionally…
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Its a Mess
He stands in the doorway looking over the mess. It’s her mess. Not as in she is responsible for it, but it is her stuff.In one corner he stares at a pile of pens. It is a hulking mass of writing tools including highlighters, dry erase markers, crayons and even a few pencils. He sees…
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A new kind of fear
This is a different kind of fear. Not like the fear I felt the night I asked her to marry me. Not like the fear I felt when we bought our first house. Not like the fear I felt when she looked at me and said “I have cancer.” Not like the fear I felt…
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