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    Back Of My Book.

    Poetry

    Random bits I wrote on the back of my maths book - not all of them make sense, but all of them are from the heart.

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    -Waiting-
    
                          
    I'm waiting
    
                          
    again.
    
                          
    You're not here.
    
                          
    You never are.
    
                          
    With hands that 
    
                          
    curl,
    
                          
    claw,
    
                          
    pressed between my bruised thighs,
    
                          
    I wait.
    
                          
    You're not here -
    
                          
    you never are.
    
                          
    You couldn't -
    
                          
    wouldn't -
    
                          
    save me.
    
                          
    And as I wait,
    
                          
    the pain a living,
    
                          
    breathing, 
    
                          
    entity in my chest,
    
                          
    I realise,
    
                          
    I didn't want to be saved.
    
                          
    But I'll still wait,
    
                          
    even when,
    
                          
    You're not here.
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