{"id":1582,"date":"2018-05-02T09:50:27","date_gmt":"2018-05-02T13:50:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poeticexorcisms.com\/?p=1582"},"modified":"2018-05-02T09:50:27","modified_gmt":"2018-05-02T13:50:27","slug":"this-is-not-a-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poeticexorcisms.com\/index.php\/2018\/05\/02\/this-is-not-a-poem\/","title":{"rendered":"this is not a poem"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>the creation and destruction of love<br \/>\nclaims of chaos<br \/>\nso much left unfinished<br \/>\nthe color of eyes, melded<br \/>\nblue white surprise<br \/>\nwe were fire, almost twin flames<br \/>\nfor a time burning hotter than the sun<br \/>\ni loved you like it was the first time<br \/>\nand the last<br \/>\nlaughing, your smile changed my world<br \/>\nwandering bookstores at 7pm<br \/>\nsex on the shore drifting down the river<br \/>\ndrinking fishing planting gardens<br \/>\nclimbing mountains, bonfires<br \/>\nnew and unfamiliar adventures<br \/>\nreading, listening to eachother<br \/>\nwatching documentaries<br \/>\ndriving with no destination<br \/>\nnaughty card games<br \/>\nunfamiliar video games and music<br \/>\nconcerts camping<br \/>\nwriting painting<br \/>\nyou were my artist and my muse<br \/>\nand i was yours completely<br \/>\nhow many times a day did i daydream<br \/>\ntracing the lines of your body in my mind<br \/>\ncounting the hours till i would see you again<br \/>\nconstant inspiration<br \/>\nthinking of the next best way<br \/>\ni could help you find happiness<br \/>\nsympathy and support<br \/>\ncurled up together in bed<br \/>\nthe best part of the day<br \/>\nconversations real, open, and meant to be<br \/>\ncommunion, the soul of us<br \/>\ndreams of the future<br \/>\nkissing, caressing<br \/>\nholding hands on the couch<br \/>\nrubbing your hands and your feet<br \/>\nbrushing your hair<br \/>\nholding you and never wanting to let go<br \/>\nyour amazing sunday morning breakfasts<br \/>\ni watched you sing, dance and cook<br \/>\ncaptivated and enthralled<br \/>\nmy definition of happiness was in part, time spent with you<br \/>\nnot everyday was wonderful<br \/>\nbut each day with you<br \/>\nwas better than the last<br \/>\nyou opened the flood gates<br \/>\nand taught me how to love<br \/>\nunconditional love with acceptance and no judgement<br \/>\nwas how i loved you, so for that i thank you<br \/>\nhow many times did i say those three words<br \/>\nand though I meant it each time<br \/>\nthey could never really convey how<br \/>\ntruly wonderful your were to me<br \/>\nhow is it that we were so out of sync<br \/>\nyou gave me a reason to let you in<br \/>\nand then you left and when you did you<br \/>\ntook a part of me with you<br \/>\ndo you know what it\u2019s like<br \/>\nto feel forever incomplete<br \/>\ni\u2019d sell my soul for one more embrace<br \/>\ni have to get this out, to let it go<br \/>\nyet somehow i feel it will never end<br \/>\nthis goodbye just feels wrong<br \/>\ni still think of you more than i\u2019d like<br \/>\nhow i just wasn\u2019t good enough for you<br \/>\nall i ever wanted to be was yours<br \/>\nbut you didn\u2019t see, just how much<br \/>\nof this life i gave to you<br \/>\ni remember, why don\u2019t you<br \/>\nsome days i wish i could forget<br \/>\ni see you now enjoying your life with others<br \/>\ni\u2019m happy for you but i\u2019m sad too<br \/>\nbecause i\u2019m no longer there<br \/>\nthe worst part is\u00a0none of this matters(to you)anymore<br \/>\ndammit, i\u2019ve relapsed again<br \/>\nand karma is a cruel bitch<br \/>\nmemories are the best and worst part of the day<br \/>\nyet life goes on, shaped into the next scripture<br \/>\nthat is not a 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