Why

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Why do I hold onto someone
Who I cannot keep,
Why do I still think of you
In waking, and in sleep,

Why did I believe
When all was right before my eyes,
And why do I keep hanging on,
When all of it

Was lies

Alas

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They went back to their favorite place
Because of her appeals,
She dressed up in his favorite dress,
And wore his favorite heels

There’s moon and magic in the air
That soon the truth reveals:
Alas, she cannot make him feel
What he no longer
Feels

but days i see the longing

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i fool myself sometimes, i think.

as though the past is gone,

and we have made it through

our patch of rough —

but days i see the longing in you –

i, then, realize

that everything we have is

not enough

Crushed

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“It’s just a crush,” they told him,
“You’ll grow out of it,” they said;
Well, it’s been thirteen years,
And there she is, still in his head —

For being young does not mean
One can’t tell false love from true;
Or know the ache of loving someone
Who does not love
You

[As is frequently true, the ubiquitous “they” were wrong – Owen]

sometimes, still

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sometimes, still, in windswept dreams
he finds her living in his head

watery and fiery
in vivid lust he long thought dead

she who loved only herself and
left him with her heart of stone

since he hates her now, he’s thinking
can’t she leave his dreams alone?

And Yet —

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Our hearts will wander where they will
In valleys dark, of cruel heartache,
And avalanche that makes them break;
And yet they’re beating, beating still

Our hearts will wander where they will
Through partnerships that fade away,
Slow death that crushes them each day;
But yet they’re beating, beating still

Our hearts will wander where they will,
Sore trials they will undergo,
Encased in people they don’t know;
And yet —
They’re beating,
Beating
Still