Never been good at letting go
for you know I show more emotion than time
finding what's missing
a picture of you
is mine
in the bottom drawer
collecting dust
when we used to trust
I felt pure lust
now there's a jar of rust
the heat I couldn't bear to touch
Sleeping with eyes focused on the ceiling
She pushes her way through the locked door
making a fuss
turning heads
causing a scene
fucking stop or they'll call the fucking cops
I've given you a house on the top of the hill
What's the deal?
Naivety is so not chill
Popping the question is rather ideal
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The Lonely Position of Neutral
PoetryBen's throat cancer has returned. Living a lonely life, he found a woman he loves but finds out she's been unfaithful. Ben starts to think the lonely position of neutral isn't that bad. He writes poems and dialogue narratives. Will Ben survive cance...
