9 Years Later: An Update
we both ended up being gay.

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9 Years Later: An Update
we both ended up being gay.

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I still love you so much...
but not in that way anymore.Â
STOP BEING SUCH A DOUCHENUGGET
i enjoyed baking cake with you this weekend :) and sorry for falling asleep beside you.
i want to tell you so badly that i am completly and utterly in love with you.
but instead i told you that i enjoy eating chicken.. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

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I can't imagine my life without you.
last night i almost told you i loved you...
i just couldn't do it over the phone.. and that's why i wanted to see you so bad.
last night you made me fall in love with you, again.
I wonder how many times you've fallen back in love with me...
last night you stopped me from drowning in a pool of my own tears.
the world is coming down on me and i can't find a reason to be loved.

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I do love those eyes of blue
If thy were to stay here in our hometown
then thou would never have to bid farewell;
Thou eyes, true blue, and they hair light brown.
"Goodbye" you say? My eyes swell, I shan't not dwell;
The friendship we shared, a decade strong
Ev'ry moment spent with thee, deja vu.
"I love thee! I love thee!" I knew all along
Forever will I miss those eyes, true blue;
Pray, do let us have one last dance together.
Twirling round and "I don't wanna miss a thing"
I look in those eyes, light as a feather.
Thy face becomes hazy, the clock doth ring.
So, shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
No... I could never find thine right words to say.
© Letters to Him BNG2011
Just Friends
I'm looking in your eyes not like a "friend" should.
You tell me that you're leaving, leaving for good.
The tears stream as I realize
7 hours away is the school you'll attend.
Then I wipe away the sad to face you
because I know all we'll ever be is just friends.
©Letters To Him BNG2011
Breathe in...Breathe out
My heart beats fast when I think of you there.
Your life flashes before me,
the nights that we shared.
"It was the depression that killed him"
"He took his own life"
To live without you is not life at all.
I can only imagine my end, my fall.
And if you have days when enough is enough,
remember your strength inside, you're tough.
But the reason I'm writing is to not give strength.
It's actually for me, to give my thanks.
Thank you for listening, the chats, and the hugs.
Thank you for being my bottle of drugs.
You keep me sane, and I know this is lame.
I wrote this whole poem without any shame.
But in a year or so when we're apart
remember I'm beside you always. Forever at heart.
And whenever your mind is consumed in doubt.
Always remember breathe in...breathe out.
© Letters To Him BNG2011