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Always and Never

Here's some more verse. Damn Anna for somehow provoking this flood of poetry.

I'll have a short story proper in the next few days and I think we'll see another guest story from Jason before the end of the month, so visit back often.

I cried myself to sleep.
Tears of joy, tears of sorrow.
Bitter, yet sweet and wonderful.
Being with her, close to her, brings joy;
away and apart the bitter.

Conflicting emotion is overwhelming,
floating on air, elated,
but also weighted down with reality.
It's wonderful and maddening all at once.

The most beautiful thing in the world:
to have your heart lift inside your chest,
even if it's breaking all at the same time.

I love it and hate it. I love her,
and she'll be mine...

...always...
...and never...

Comments

Anna Russell said…
Hey, I'm happy to take the blame, I love your poetry.

This one is really good. Nice to see some that doesn't rhyme from you. Not that there's anything wrong with rhyming poetry, just nice to see the variety.
6:59 PM
Unknown said…
I'm glad you like it...

I'm just trying whatever... I don't feel like I have an ear for this sort of thing...
7:20 PM
Anonymous said…
I like poetry that makes me move.
3:23 PM
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