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Miss Me Oct 2017
For you To live my life
     It is difficult you'll see
For after about an hour
     You'd want to be freed
You just might finally
     See different and heed so many words
This time You will look at me differently
     I promise my every spoken word
Miss Me Oct 2017
They said "snap out of it"
   And the hurt only got worse
Do they not know
   Next time i might be in a hearse

Can't they see
   I am broken
I am not a thrill ride
   That comes to life with a token

The loneliness
   Sets in even deeper
And I want my life
   To be a keeper

I can feel me
   Escaping my body
And am struggling
   Not to be a nobody

But even after
   All these years later
I still feel their puncture
   And view them as a hater
Miss Me Oct 2017
Excuse me
    I believe you have
         something of mine

Please I don't think I
    Know what to do
         without it

I know I thought i could
     Trust your words
           When you took it

You know when you
     Thought i wasn't looking
            But i was

I was afraid then that you
      Would misplace it
            But i chose to look
                   the other way

You took that key to my heart
      And now it's broken
            without it

All I can ask you now
      Is when you took my key
             It wasn't to cherish it
                     was it

So ask you softly now
       Can you finally return it
            To where the pieces
                   Now lay shattered
Miss Me Oct 2017
To share my feelings
    With my best of words
Is so deliberating within
    My most vulnerable state
I seek you often
    Though not every day
It spills from my lips
     After day upon day
And night after night
    When i feel there is not much
       Left of me inside
I lay here remembering
      All the days that have passed
And a tear slips down my face
      For the forgotten child
           who lives lost within
Writing keeps me settled within myself. It calms my fears so I can live my tomorrows.
Miss Me Sep 2017
To move with grace
    Would be my wish
To live life by grace
     Would be a forsaken place
I follow close to seek
      Out this place
To lie my broken spirit
      but not my final resting place
Miss Me Sep 2017
My mind
    seeks answers
       My heart
           seeks love
              in the absence
                of my mind
I keep trying to move on
  Sep 2017 Miss Me
JC
As the leaves fall indicating the seasons change
I reflect on my life's change.
And like these leaves dying,
a few of my relationships are dying
my old ways are dying
previous values are dying
what I thought I wanted is dying
I mourn these losses, though I understand it's vitality to my growth.
These leaves are dying because it's necessary
and even though the tree will be barren for a small while
it will grow new, wiser then it's old.
I trust that is what's happening to me.
-J.C.
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