Twelve

Some poetry I scribbled out last week :) 

Oh nostalgia,

You always get the best of me.

You always know just how

To bring me to my knees.

To make me remember

All the things I should have said

All the times I bled.

You make it hard to sleep at night

Thinking about the wrongs I can't make right.

There's a longing in my chest

Something I swore I put to rest.

An aching in this heart of mine

That's killing me with every beat that keeps me alive.

If you were to ever leave

Your shadowy home

I swear I'd never make it on my own

You are the sun that burns

In my darkest days.

The hope that shines

When everything seems grey.

I don't ever want you to leave

'Cause when you aren't here

It's so hard for me to breathe.

and here's something else I scribbled out last night as well

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I'm sorry for the way I've been

and for all the things that could have been.

The only person I ever really loved

Let me go,

and now it seems

I've gone and ended up all alone.

I'm stuck in this grave,

the bed I've made for me,

and I lay in it with regret.

Why do I always do this to myself?

You always seem to cross my minds

so much more than I'd like to admit.