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I wont survive the winter
in your English garden of love;
where rosebuds melt to thorns,
and benches turn to bound splinter.

Nothing left except to part
with hollow sentiments exchanged,
silly words rearranged.
No substance in them, no heart.

You aren't even there anymore
with empty concrete bird baths,
choked by brown vineyards.
No paths left to explore.

No real goodbye, just a note
explaining why in so few words,
empty even when bursting seemless.
I wonder why you ever wrote.

The darkest shadow of last November
unwinds around too calloused hearts;
until black crows flee chilled.
No summer heat left to remember.

No moon or stars beneath the cloud.
No slanderous words thrown at our feet.
No simple hymn to hum defeat.
No one even to wrap the shroud.
 Jun 2012 JK Cabresos
Grant Mailo
I'm so mad at myself.

with your **l
ove, I had wealth.
your heart, my health.
missing the feelings we've felt.
lost without your help.

in your presence I'm knelt.
"another chance!" I yell.
but out of love, you fell.
I want you
I want it to be the same
I wish you would've kept your words
of how you thought we'd be together forever
yet you never gave me or us a chance to prove that
and how you just ran, and led me on down the strand
until I hit the end, left to dangle and plead and question everything
and all I wanted was you.
and you said that's what I had.
and I want it now more than anything.
because surprisingly our distance did nothing to affect
my deepest feelings towards you
and how they've always haunted me even as much as I've pushed them away
because I thought you forgot about me, that I meant nothing
when all I wanted was something, with you.
We were so great and complex and passionate.
and I can't see why I was second choice
what made me such an unappealing choice.
when all I wanted was to care for you as long as I possibly could.
I wrote this at 2:21 am. I wanted to show how my mind works when I can't sleep. So if there are errors, forgive me. I would like to leave them there to show the trouble my mind has on nights like tonight.
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