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 Jan 2015 Justin Case
caroline
you make me inexplicably happy
and it's getting harder
trying to find a more elaborate way
to describe this feeling
you deserve so many pretty things written for you
How am I still holding on?
Wasting my time
When I know you've gone

I still drift back to younger days
I wasted my time over you
I tried to understand, I failed

You stayed with me up until I realised,
you were gone.
You were never mine.

I saw you the other day
I was sat in a café people watching
I saw you, I watched you.

I ached for you, for me, for the past
For regrets, missed opportunities, failed declarations
Realisation that together we were friends, almost more.

In a crowd we were separate beings
Societal dictats stood in place, never to be questioned.
I watched you in the crowd from the café

Watched you looking my way
Steam from my latte bringing a haze to my eyes
Oh how many nights I cried for you.

Wanting you, needing you,
hurting inside for you, denying others "just in case"
You denied me then I deny you now.

Stay in the locked box deep in my soul
Memories in a woman's heart
can never be stolen or forgotten.

I left the café with an ache
Turned the corner, felt your stare
Then, saw my husband standing there.

To him I moved my wheelchair forward
To him I kissed my ache away
To him I will always stay

I turned for a final glance
Looked at you standing in the drizzle
You stared not at me, but the chair.

Realisation shone on your face
Confusion clouded those eyes
I am her, but not now.

Your height, your hair, your brown eyed stare
You're all that I remembered and more.
21 years have spun away, as did I that day.
© JLB
12/01/2015
13:26 GMT
 Jan 2015 Justin Case
Creep
You're the perfect love song,
Beauty, ****, and kindness.

You're the perfect lullaby,
Caring, supporting, dreamy.

You're the perfect scar,
Searing, remembering, there.

You're the perfect home,
Warm, cozy, loving.

You're the perfect you.
0.0 I I'm sowwy I ish clingy, das why my name is creep... I love u ♥ if ur gonna break my heart do it early on, cause I think I fall harder for u every second.

Riptide
By vance joy
(The original not the stupid radio edit)
 Jan 2015 Justin Case
DC raw love
i am

like the bread without yeast
like all deserts sands that have blown away
like the fresh waters of life has evaporated
like the stars and sun disapearing in the skies
like the oxeyen being depleted from the air
like cars without tires

i can go nowhere without you
Look in to my eyes,
can you see what
I've seen?

Can you see the
Pain,
confussion,
stress,
hurt,
and
let down?

I've cried many tears,
I've stayed up alone
just sitting there in the
EMPTINESS.

I want to feel loved
and happy.
Not just ALONE and
DEPRESSED.

So why don't you save
me from this BREAKDOWN,
so i won't lose everything.....
once again.

TRUST me to be okay,
help me trough this
so I'm not just on my
OWN.

Let down, is what i will
fell along with pain and
hurt.

Feelings have no meaning
anymore.
I'm always sad, no REAL
smile crosses my lips.

This time it might be OVER.
I can't seem to win,
this war against...Myself.
So as time goes on i will
let go of
EVERYTHING
and
BREAKDOWN ON MY KNEES.
 Jan 2015 Justin Case
Poetic T
My heart beats only for
For, for a moment of your
Time
Passes
Motionless
When your within my possession,
Hands stay to my side, but wishing
To hold upon your grasp,
"I scream silent"
I
Love
You,
As arteries burst within my heart
I reach out to you,
Hands held as if begging for your notice
But you just look away, as if in disgust,
I summon last ounces of my fortitude,
As you look around as love   explodes
From my chest,
You are covered in the ruination
Of a heart now dead,
As I lay
Motionless,
Loveless,
Worthlessness,  
love was my only
survival, but that flat lined when you turned
Your back upon me,
Now you are covered in shards of love
Never forget the moment love  died,
As I lay still, my heart broken, my breath it sleeps.
2am
11pm is for those who can't sleep,
bloods filled with rush;
because of the sweet texts they just can't wait to read.

1am is for the poets who just can't stop,
can't stop the thoughts entering --
entering their mind one by one.

And 2am is for the broken.
The ones who can't stop thinking,
Thinking of what might've been,
What could've been.
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