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The end of love

I will never forget

the way your soft eyes met mine for the first time.

And I will always regret

every decision that was made to not see them again.

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Lump

I can feel it much

more often, these days.

My heart attempting to

free itself

by clawing it’s way

up my throat.

Absolutely hell bent on jumping out

of this body that

torments it.

Entirely fed up with being forced

to love

you.

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They say

that memory

is a fickle bitch.

the more you recall

something,

the more you will

forget it,

so I’ll just replay

you on one knee,

and eventually,

it will be gone

and maybe I will

be, too.

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How much

alone

can I get?

You’re

determined

find out.

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Same old

You asked to read my poetry,

under a full sky of stars,

as you crawled into your sleeping bag

next to mine,

next to me.

I let you in my car.

I wanted you close.

You asked,

because you wanted to seem different.

You wanted me to believe you were different.

I believed you, kid.

But you never care to read

them.

You don’t even remember that

I write.

I spend my nights next to you,

not touching,

and wishing I could go back to that time.

The one where my pathetic poems,

and me,

aren’t so annoying and irrelevant.

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Beau

How could I have loved you, then?

We were young,

really young,

and everyone else calls that a crush,

but you and I,

did we know something they didn’t?

It was chemical,

visceral.

Inexplicably

fantastic.

We laughed, played,

and cried for days

after I moved away.

We were “first.”

We were never wrong.

We weren’t yet broken.

We were in love.

So, so innocently

and completely in love.

First love.

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Just go

No one

is there to hear you

when you say

that you feel

invisible.

No one even

cares.

No one cares you

cry.

And when they happen to

hear you,

they say

“Be quiet!”

So shut up and

do it, kid!

We all want you to

BE QUIET!

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Alex

We met when we were 8,

something like

20 years ago.

It is only now,

that I realize

you

were,

are

my one true love.

I remember ages 8-13,

when we were

“friends.”

We would compete for

better grades,

and more goals in soccer.

I remember middle school,

and how all the girls went through a phase

of admiring you.

I’m not sure if it was you so much

as it was the fact that you were the only

good looking guy in the bunch that hadn’t

been got.

I remember not paying much attention,

until one day,

the last day of classes before Christmas break,

when you started paying attention

to me.

We were in science class,

grouped together with maybe 5 or 6 other kids

playing cards.

I remember you singled me out,

again,

and again.

Everyone noticed.

I noticed.

You, the impossible Alex, were flirting.

Hard.

I don’t remember the whirlwind of how quickly

we got together,

or how time passed.

I only remember the feeling of

pure

bliss.

You told me you loved me on Valentine’s Day.

In a note first,

then out loud with our first kiss.

I remember you sneaking out of class

to hold me in the hallway.

How our teachers knew,

and approved.

I remember spending every

day together,

until I moved.

I remember the heart break,

the grief,

and the phone bill that nearly convinced my

mom to send me back.

I remember how you called me,

every

single

day,

for months,

years.

I remember flying home for Christmas,

at 15,

and surprising you on your doorstep.

I remember that night.

I remember being each other’s

firsts,

and the way we would never know what regret

was, like so many of our friends.

I remember losing touch at 19,

and how I pushed you farther away.

I remember October 24, 2015

at 24

walking past you in a literal crowd of thousands,

in a city far away from us both,

and the way you turned around,

the way we stammered for words,

the way your wife smiled at us

and without hesitation,

knew exactly who I was.

Its only now,

that I understand why.

I just finished telling my partner about you,

and as I described you,

your significance,

I used the words: “the one.”

And I am all the same

to you.

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