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Paragon
Poem 1
 
 I'm sick of trying to apologize and
 sick of trying to make things better when all I do is
 make things worse
 and I'm
 sicksicksick
 but it's still the only medicine and it still 
 gets me high
 so I'll keep vomiting up excuses
 to talk to you
 andandand there's always something more
 It
 Never
 Ends
 Which is just what I said to you before
 
 Poem 2
 
 Maybe you did think of me that day
 February 7 2011
 maybe you thought of me and maybe
 you smiled as 
 you turned to him and accepted an embrace
 
 Poem 3
 
 What does it matter when
 "I'm only 16 and they never work
 and there'll be others"
 "ooooh love" she said and maybe
 "ooooh love" you sighed and turned over with his arms around you
 and it never bothered me before so why should it now?
 
 Poem 4
 
 What would you say if you read all this?
 you probably wouldn't like it much
 and i don't blame you
 maybe i should just get rid of it
 but
 you wouldn't like that much either
 because once you told me
 poetry is part of the soul
 but you erased part of my soul
 once too
 
 Poem 5
 
 how could your paradigm shift so much as to throw
 
 me
 
 all the way off? maybe
 
 
 
 
 I
 just tripped and fell or maybe someone else bumped into it and knocked
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 me
 off and your hand was too busy in his to help me back up
 
 Poem 6
 
 'ladies all this time i thought you wanted me to be like you you don't want me to be like you now you'll sing for me' said the man who's no longer interesting
 and you were always afraid of that
 that i was just like you but
 really i just liked you
 but it's funny how now we
 are both the same
 i'm sad
 you're sad
 or maybe you're happy now but you probably don't care much
 since i'm not interesting either
 any more
 
 Poem 7
 
 What a pair we were when
 we were both pro and antagonists
 to each other
 advancing our story
 and creating conflict
 and then you wrote me out of 
 it all
 (still in the editing process)
 but that's okay i can still
 write about you you can still
 be the heroin(e) in my tragedy
 
 Poem 8
 
 I never thought of myself as
 a battery like you did
 to be switched out and replaced in fact i was positive
 but this is a serious charge and aren't I punny? i guess
 if i was a battery i thought you would
 use me until i died
 
 Poem 9
 
 "if" is such a pretty word it changes
 all the woulds and shoulds
 to cans and wills and makes our
 whys becauses and changes the whole reason behind things.
 i can
 sit and write if then would you even though i should but you won't because you can't but i will if you think we could.
 
 Poem 10
 
 three's a crowd and you never
 liked those much but when
 you're
 all
 
 alone
 
 one of 
 us
 could still hear you whisper and it's a shame
 because i always heard you scream
 
 Poem 11
 
 It's all the same, sweet cute
 bulls***
 Darkness, nightmares, all of it
 it's all been done a million times
 and there'll be a million more before
 i'm out this door
 love, trust, and all of that
 it's all the same and it's all bulls***
 
 or maybe i'm just jealous
 
 after all i said it all to you before
 does that make me a hypocrite?
 or does it just make me wiser?
 
 i've heard all this before
 in a million different words
 to a 
 million different melodies
 or maybe not
 a tune can only go to
 so many rhythms
 and so much makeup makes it not prettier, but
 even more like a whore
 
 "echoes of myself' come up as i
 always try for eloquence and
 isn't this beautiful?
 which cliche do i use next?
 do i compare you to a summer's day?
 but no i feel
 i can't
 ruin thoughts of summer
 like that
 
 trustmetrustmetrustme
 
 it looks so much better on the paper in my own familiar hand
 where i'm the only one
 to erase it and now i'm clapping for no one
 and isn't this beautiful?
 
 and maybe i'm just saying
 the same things except now
 my whore's prettier and after all
 you always were
 and aren't you beautiful?
 
 Poem 12
 
 I entertain the notion of leaving
 For a day or for a year
 Is really no matter to me
 The idea of a wandering star entertains me
 Orbiting your thoughts
 But never quite landing
 Or at least not long enough
 To hold your attention
 Or your hand
 Until the day
 That you notice your satellite missing
 And you look up
 Only to find me
 Next to you
 
 I entertain the notion of leaving
 And never coming back
 To see the sea and smell the ocean
 Watch blue skies turn to black
 The thought of sadness intrigues me
 Much as pain is for fun
 I’d like to see someone mourn me
 As a friend, a brother, a son
 
 I entertain the notion of leaving
 Perhaps just for these words
 I entertain the thought of you reading them
 The things you wish you hadn’t heard
 
 The music builds to a crescendo
 And I wish I could make up my mind
 I wish I could do what I want to do
 And leave no trace left behind
 
 I wish that no one would miss me
 As I wish the whole world would
 The thought of being alone scares me
 Much more than thoughts of death could
 
 No, I shall not go today
 But who knows what tomorrow may bring
 I doubt it will bring you back to me
 But I guess I’ll just wait and see
 
 Poem 13
 
 Several weeks later we’re back again
 There and back again
 The most cliché name in the book
 I don’t like how this silly computer
 Keeps on fixing all of my problems for me
 I guess at least someone can
 Though I think it looks better with
 All the scars
 I just can’t say the same about you
 
 Poem 14
 
 I wish life was like D&D
 Where everything rests on a die
 And with all my charisma modifiers
 I’d be everyone’s favorite guy
 
 Perhaps I could win you back
 Bring my 15 back to a 20
 Even though my 16 was just perfect
 Now 17 is a s***ty role to play
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Thanks for the comments. Yeah, some of it's hit and miss, even with me.
Also, to Sanam (implying you'll ever read this): Thank you. The language... Came about in a fit of passion. I never go back and censor myself or edit, except to fix typos. "Whore" was a word she applied to herself. I always argued against it.