I've been writing poetry since I was in elementary school. I have this uncanny ability to write a poem in the middle of my sleep or just sit down and belt one out within minutes. I love reading and I love books. My great great great grandfather Houseworth wrote a poetry book he never published and is in the thou art grammar. I've been told our ancestry traces back to Shakespeare.
                So what if I’m still in love with you
My heart never really left you
Numb since you left
Starved and depressed
                
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                When all you've been able to do is cry
When that man can look you in the eye
and not provide the comfort you seek
making you more than a little meek
                
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                Why can’t we go into a relationship with eyes wide open
Instead of finding out after you’ve already chosen
You see the real person after a few months of dating
Never knowing the risks you’re contemplating
                
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                I’m fighting for something that doesn’t exist
And ignoring the fact that there’s no real prince
We’re led to believe with childhood fairytales
That there are knights on white horses
                
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                I’m not weak but I’m finding it hard to be strong
I’m sick to my stomach
I can hardly breathe
I don’t expect understanding
                
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