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Words I Can Never Say
I hate the way that my mouth curves down into a frown
Whenever I hear certain words or phrases like
Divorce
Or family
Or your name.
I hate the way my heart aches
Whenever I hear goodbye
Because we should never say goodbye.
Goodbye is permanent.
We should end every night and conversation with "I will see you tomorrow"
And "I love you."
I hate the way that I want to write a poem
That touches people
And moves people
And gets inside their souls
But I can never find the words.
I have never been good at saying what I feel.
I hate that no one will ever hear this poem
Because I am too scared to share it with the world.
I hate that you will never know how I feel
Because I am too scared
To stand in front of you
And say the words I need to say.
I hate the phrase "Two things are better than one"
Because the way I see it,
I would rather have one bed instead of two.
I would rather have one home instead of two.
Hell, I'd rather have a home instead of
Two houses that will never feel right.
Because when I lay in bed at night
It is cold and it is empty
And the love is all gone.
I hate the way that every new line of this poem
Begins with a phrase I never wanted to speak,
But that I feel so much of lately.
Hatred is a strong thing and
A wrong thing
And yet I can stand here and say
That I hate the way things are
And I hate how hard it is to breathe
And I wish with everything in me
That things could be the same.
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