I am an aspiring poet (even though I'm still schooling) . My poems may be a bit confusing so sorry for that, but if you look over those mistakes it might come of as something magical.
I thought that loneliness was a safe place to hide away and isolate myself from strangers with stories still untold, but I met you.
When I met you, your eyes were a densely packed thick book waiting to be read and understood.
Some people called me a madman, others called me stupid, while many didn't even bat an eye, I pursued to read you with all my heart and understand your side of the story.
As time goes by, I started to understand you. Little by little, you showed me the things that ruined you, you told me about your lines that felt like out of place.
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He wrote about the people around him.
Friends that would call on him on their sad days, yet leave him on his.
Crushes that would bring his city down to crumble, leaving him in a state of ruin.
The person he once loved, that he thought loved him back, but he spent too long waiting for her to utter the words he wanted to hear but it never came.
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He was already insane even without the long intervals of horrible sanity.
He did things that he would soon later regret and things he didn't do and would also regret.
In his troubling times, there was no one to accompany him, even in small dosages, yet he found loneliness as the safest place and stayed there for a prolonged period of time.
People noticed his strange behavior, they told him to talk and said that they would listen, but when every time his mouth opened to speak of his teething troubles they would walk away slowly and leave him.
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He would always ask himself over and over again, 'What did I do to deserve this? '
He thought he would find the answer in a stiff drink, a box of nicotine, or a lifeless screen that consumed most of his hours, leaving his mind in disarray and hindering proper function.
He suspected that he deserved this for being dumb, naive, and too comfortable as his life slowly crumbled before him.
During daylight, he would wear a smile and exude lively energy visible to others.
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I sat here waiting for your call that would never arrive.
I shouldn't have looked at you, I should've let the moon and stars take away my eyes from you so that I wouldn't fall for you.
I shouldn't have loved you so intensely that I felt like dying every night just to give you space.
I realized that our lack of communication hasn't affected you, but it has taken a great toll on me.
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