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What purpose is there for me in life if I can not write?
People talk about marriage, children and growing old
They ask for my opinion
And act surprised
When I say I don’t think that far ahead
How am I supposed to explain
I didn’t think I’d still be alive at 25?
Those highs and lows got some of the best years of my life
But hell, I’m here
So I’ll drink to still breathing
Just don’t ask me about marriage, children or growing old
I know one day
We will be wine drunk
In a Colorado cabin
Laughing about how we broke each other’s hearts
One summer long ago
Pretty face
Sad eyes
Dark mind
Don’t fall in love with a woman like her
She will leave you
And you’ll only hear from her
By reading her poetry
There is a part of me
That will always miss you
No matter how much time has passed
Darkness is my one true friend
She never leaves me
And lives within me
Heartbreak makes for the best poetry
Because who doesn’t love a damn tragedy
The only time I ever felt alive was when I was loved by you
And now you’re gone
I dance with death each day
A bittersweet melody with a slow rhythm
A dark room with a small candle for light
The longer we dance
The brighter the flame
Teaching me to always hold on to hope
Everytime I came so close to death
I wanted to live
And that is enough for me
To choose to stay
Empathy Poetry 