You by Noname29

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I came to you
My heart was blue
You made my day go fast
You made my day last
You’re my angel
You’re my soul
Everything was perfect
Everything was smooth
But what happened to you?
What made you change?
I followed you everywhere
I chased you around
I looked at you from a distance
My heart was torn
I let you go
I was the one to be there for you
I give you everything
But you throw it away
Did you even realize I was there?
Did you even realize I was hiding?
My heart is now sad
My heart is now gone
My love for everything
The love from my soul
My love is now gone forever
Nobody can get it back
It’s dark and cold as ice
One day you will realized that it was me
One day you will wake up and say, “I miss you”
You’ll come back to me one day
When you come back to me
It’ll be too late
I’m gone from the surface
I won’t be there anymore
This heart lures me there
You will then say, “I love you”
But that’ll be too late for you
You will cry until you can’t cry
You will wander saying, “Im sorry”
You will then hold your heart
You’ll be on your knees
You will cry for me
Until then I come back for you
Until then I forgive you
This will be a curse
This is what will happen
This is what it will go
For this broken heart of mine
You will pay…

I Hate You Man

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Stupid lies, stupid games, you broke my heart you stupid man,
all the pain and all the fears gone forever cause no more tears,
I made the pick and I picked you, I was wrong for picking you,
your mess up games, your party days , your drunk nonsense that got insane,
lately had been my worst rejection of thinking you was my protection,
no looking back ‘cause that’s my past, it’s time to see that things went fast,
thinking back when things were rough, but now my feelings had opened up,
I hate you man for hurting me, the stupid things you didn’t see,
while I was the one to blame for things that were your mistake,
and now it’s time to put everything in place ‘cause Im gone for good my friend.

Can an Automatons Heart Break?

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Can an Automatons Heart Break?
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I long to hear the whirring of my gears and gadgets. 
The gentle “putt putt putt” of my motor pumping oil through the conduits they call veins.

The clink and the clank of each servo doing what it is designed to do. 
A pressure regulator with the label:  “H.R.T. made in Taiwan” doing nothing more than its basic function. 
Pump the oil from here to there, make sure each part is lubricated enough to move. 
Circuits relaying information and a processor to prioritize each data file, stored for later evaluation, or deleted. 
Upgraded with the latest virus protection and spam-blocker, my CPU would be a wonder of perfection. 
Tides of order amid an ocean of distractions and chaos. 

But I am not the fluid machine I once was. 
My levers are rusted and cannot move, I should call a technician to tighten or loosen, or oil and soon they could perform again. 
But the wires from my attempted self-repairs are showing.  Shorts are throwing off sparks of illumination and danger. 
I am in need of refurbishing.  I am broken and must be fixed. 
Yet I know that I am obsolete and would be discarded without thought if I allow them to inspect me too closely. 
So I sit at my specified station, off in the corner busying myself with the work that I am intended to complete. 
I draw no attention to my leaking parts, to the decay that has gathered on my torso. 
I have only one good hand now, and it does the work of two. 
I’m a bit slower than I was, but that’s to be expected from such old operating software.  
Maybe they won’t notice that I am ready for the scrap heap. 
If I just keep working here alone, maybe they won’t notice me.

An End Restarted; A Dream Revisited.

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An End Restarted; A Dream Revisited.
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(Here on this site, I choose to begin this again.  My hands move slower than they once did.  Better slowly than the fevered pace that once threatened to overwhelm me.  My thoughts as always, turn to her.  Still I wonder how she fares.  What power we give to others over our feelings!)

You healed my heart and broke it all in the space of a single breath. 
You didn’t even notice that I was there, paying such rapt attention to your words. 

Lost time is angry tonight, cursing me. 
Turns and twists that I never saw, now so long behind me that there is no strength left to return. 
It is the most potent joke.  There can be nothing that is not affected by what was, but still I can dream. 
I can dream of a moment in time, held and still held.  Perfected by all its flaws, needed and wanted. 
Pure in its filth and sin; vile in its love and passion.  There can be no escaping this truth, even if it is a lie. 
The sun sets low in the sky, me above it.  It feels as though that sinking light is stealing something important from me. 
I return to cold and dark, as I must.  You never knew.  I can never let you know.  But I so desperately want to tell you.  But once those words are formed and set free, they will trap us as even now we are trapped. 
There can be no future as we dream it, only as it is.  But still I can dream.

Even now, I think on the contradictions of us.  When we most need each other, we cannot be there. 
Either we aren’t ready, or we have no choice.  Seeing and not seeing, both;
They are a hurt visited again and again foolishly, or bravely.  Which that is, I am uncertain. 
Do we return to be loved despite the hurt or because of it?  I can’t say that I am certain, but I can still dream. 

Great love and great pain are all we ever have for each other, and it would have been enough for me. 
I would have allowed myself to be consumed by that fire if it meant for a time I could feel the warmth of you. 
Now so many years later, it is a joke on me, and on you. 
We who turn from warmth, holding the edges of sanity in the dark, screaming at nothing and hoping no one hears us. 
I wish so many good things for you, but still I want you. 
How can I want you, and still want you happy, knowing what I know?  I cannot be with you, but I wish. 
I want you to be happy and safe, but I wish.  I can’t have everything I want, but I can dream.

Teardrops on My Heart </3

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Teardrop are like rain.
You never know when they’ll come…or when they’ll fade… </3
So why should I care,
if you love or hate.
Im just going to cry anyways.
You break me.
You tear my throbbing flesh apart until there is nothing left.
You laugh, you prove me wrong.
Not this time, oh no…not this time.
This time you cry.
I’ll just die.