Relationship

My first poem, be harsh to me. I broke some rythmic rules I'm sure. It comes from a place of deep love. Love is sick, I'm taking care of the homestead while shes gone.

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Drinking Sour beer

Like I never said I would

Just to feel the slow creep.

Push and pull of what makes me shook.

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Brain boils, time clogs

I see you in the distance

patronizing my every thought.

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Silence and laughter

no matter the place

home is hard to replicate.

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Your hard spot in life

is not only your own

when you suffer

we both suffer alone.

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I love is a hard word

meaning is irrelvent

stupid even, definition cannot spellavent

All i know is you

and I

make a hard displace of neverafter.

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When pushed we have no pull

our thoughts our own

two great swaths of swords;;;

but our battles are owned

our strength in sync

our victories are one.

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When we roll into town

Its done.