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I saw her just the other day,
Her eye's touched me and I wanted to cry.
Not to cry because I was sad,
But for once because I was happy.

I never been happy like that before,
I've never been as happy as I was near her.
Aware of the tears about to breach I tried to stop,
I even tried to look away.

I kept looking back though,
Kept staring at her.
I know this is not love,
but then what could it be.

Thinking back to the time,
I question my choice.
I said nothing,
Just looked and left.

Is it not that I should have spoken,
should I have said what I could.
Perhaps I will see her again,
Then again maybe I won't.

My heart sinks deep in my chest and the tears come again,
thinking about her makes me happy.
Not having her around makes me feel empty,
This isn't love I tell myself.

The Jump

Breeze moves, a whistling sound resonates in my ears.
Blood shot and blurry, from the depths of my sole I release a few tears.
Chilling temperatures freeze my face, while against the cold I remove my coat.
Parts of me argue that it's not too late, but this isn't a democracy so I don't get a vote.

Goosebumps climb my back and arms, frost burns my fingers, but the real pain is inside and only I know.
The end is near but I have no fear so now just for her I'll let it show.
I take my own hand as if I had taken hers.
In my mind I kiss her one last time, but right now that just hurts.

Despite my precautions and attempts to be at peace I realize they've come to stop me now.
I hope they do their best.
A chopper sounds in the distance, a man's voice on a megaphone tells me something.
Seems clear to me he knows it's no use.

I make a start, running as fast as I can, tears smeared across my face, I feel a strong chill all over.
But the cold isn't from the weather now.
The moment seems to last forever, running across the rooftop, I plan the last second or two of the jump.
That's when her voice rang out.

Spinning hard my body topples from the continuous momentum.
I don't want to see it but the look on her face says it all.
She looks at me as though she loves me, as if she cares.
Her arms stretched out like she can stop me from all the way over there.

Then the look changed, as she saw the love in my eyes.
I always knew deep inside she loved me.
She'd just never let herself.
Not until I was dead.

Wind picked up now as I left the top of the roof, and as I fell she ran towards me wanting to die too.
The police grabbed her to hold her back, she bit and scratched at them crying like a kid.
And just as I dropped almost out of sight I drew in my last breath.
The last thing I shouted from mid air was I wish I was dead.

Ready to be Shipped

Stick your hand into the air and catch the morning sun.

It is because if it wasn't then it was something that couldn't be done.

Ghost ferries carry passengers across the river and scare them just for fun.

Roll stringy play-dough through my fingers and stack it on my plate like spaghetti but I think I'm the only one.

Place a romantic gift meant for no one else with a special trinket in it high up on a shelf without ever sending it so I know you'll never see it come.

In a box high up on a shelf my heart waits for you and no one else, ready to be shipped, but the label is smudged along with the address and zip. If I could send it then I would but that's one of those things that can't be done.

I should forget

A cut is made,
poetry bleeds out.
No one can hear me,
I choose not to speak.

Silence tears it's path through space,
soundless blades cutting past my face.
Fearless the feeling might be,
Nothing comes from what is constaintly killing me.

Should it continue this way,
death passing and eating away at me.
Why do I live this way,
letting kill me what I know can't be.

I should let it go,
I tell myself drunk and in tears.
I should just forget,
Forget about the love I once held so dear.