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You need to save your heart
To someone who'd remember
That's what
I wish somebody told me

It's politeness that means
I've never kissed you
Even though
I never stopped wanting to

Since the first time I saw you
My heart burns with
Seeping pain
Whenever I think of you

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When you miss someone
You look up their profile
And you imagine that they too
Are reading about you

When I need someone
I keep thinking about
The opportunities that
I had missed with you

I can't face a day this short
I'm 23 and the night scares me
Because it brings me thoughts
Of why you're not mine

It Never Happened

I'm sorry you believe in fairytales and other lies
Maybe it's why I love the pureness
Of your eyes

To you I may just be a trusted friend
To me you're the sole obsession of
My wearied mind

I just try and laugh off my tears
And in the night shout back
At the choking fears

I hope it will all make sense
I hope it gets easier
To be friends

May

The bends and crevices of your nose
The moles and marks of your skin
The smiles I induce in you
As you lay beside me

The shape of your spindly legs
How you wear boys shoes
The absence of make up
On your pale pretty face

The way you can make
My mind race so fast
With possibilities and scenes
Of a shared future

Will we fall into each other
As the sun sets over summer
Will we lay with each other
As the winds blow outside

But reality always bites
You're not really in my life
I have to hold myself back
From showing you may love

Le Garçon Déçu

Through the parks where tanners scatter
The thought of winter, so far away
As to seem obscene

Over the bridges that intersect town
Timeless they stand, oblivious
To passing of feet

Past the tourists, who treasure maps
That call this very place
A dozen names

Seeing buses, cars, taxis crawl past
Ferrying passengers, disappointed
By slow progress

Finding spots, not yet devoured
By interests of commerce
Where idleness linger

We may lament how seasons change
But it's a matter of months
Before summer returns

The Week

Spilling out of stations from six to nine

Clocking in, diurnally and in time

So many lives, few considered sublime

How many to call a friend?

 

If the rain falls, the umbrellas come out

No lights, so full speed at roundabouts

Too much routine to leave time for doubt

Is standing out the making of man?

 

The evening comes and the streets just die

Time to think of things wages can buy

Grander ambitions seem pies in the sky

Best to sit and watch bodies rush by.

Let's not try to figure out, everything at once

The heroes have let us down
They made us hate ourselves
In a sea of hope we drown
Expectations so suffocating

This is adulthood, growing despair
From potential we may never see
Such a burden, deep down there
In the never resting imagination

I wish you were more like me
A proud drop out and a cynic
I just wish that you could see
If we hid it could still be fine

Or I just don't know you enough
To be telling you how to live
To presume so much from stuff
That only scratch your surface