You were great
I’ll miss you
We will all miss you
Forever…
What happened between us
Was the best thing
For me
Right now
Tu n'es pas bon pour moi
Say goodbye
You don't understand
And you don't want to try to keep me now
And I will never go back there again
Nothing
Even though the unhealthy partv if me wants to try
I see no reason to. 
I wish I didn’t spend the majority of my days
Working for someone else
To pay for
The cost of living
A life
I didn’t
Exactly sign up for
…or maybe I did
There’s nothing for me
To hold on to now
I remove
You
From
my heart
From my head
And from my life
Busted pieces
Faulty parts
Dead eyes
Cold hearts
There’s no use in trying
To save what’s sunk
There’s no use in holding
On to what’s junk
The city of stars
Is under a starless sky
The city of sunshine
Is where light comes to die
It’s a fraud
It’s a fake
It’s the kind of city that will make
And break
You into the worst
But first
It will take
You
And
It will blind you
With the illusion
And then fill you up with confusion
Until you
are no longer you anymore
Love means nothing Here
It’s just a word people throw around and use
and abuse.
There’s no use in trying
There is no use in trying
-Kyoko Cole 2017
And the sad part is
I just miss you
Far far far far away
Maybe some other day
I’ll be better
Tham I am Now
I see
That this world
Isn’t for me
I want you to LOVE me as my broken self
Just like you want others to do for you
But it ain’t easy
And it ain’t gonna ever happen
With someone who just gives up
I need strength when I ain’t strong
I am strength when others are weak
But right now
I seek
To change
To find
Gotta break the bond
And not my heart
I wish there was some way to go back to the start
But I know
Better
And you wanted me to go
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I spend a lot of time pondering what it all means.
A Writer's Musings (And Likely Some Shameless Self-Promotion As Well)
An outlet for my random thoughts and interests
where would it flow...
Serving a little poetic nourishment Monday thru Friday and featuring a Short Play Saturday Matinee to read.
Tales From The Life Of A Soul
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