A poem of loss

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    her yet AGAIN.this girl messed me up

    A poem of loss
    I wish she was dead, no. I don't mean that.
    i wish that i wished she was dead maybe?
    I wish perhaps that she had never been 
    and that she cant see the same stars as me.
    just thinking she's standing under this sky
    that somewhere she's breathing the same air as I
    that she's seeing things that i may see too
    Its like shes there in all that I see and do.
    she's there in my mind when i close my eyes
    and still in my thoughts come the sunrise
    my throat closes up when i say her name
    she's like a tumour, running through my brain
    If she were dead, deceased, buried and gone
    Then I could grieve, though that grieving be long
    But each day i wake the pain starts anew...
    I wish that you live... and you learn to love true
    I wish she was dead, no. I don't mean that.
    I wish that i wished she was dead maybe?
    I wish perhaps that she had never been
    And that she cant see the same stars as me.

    Just thinking she's standing under this sky
    That somewhere she's breathing the same air as I
    That she's seeing things that i may see too
    It's like shes still part of everything that i do.

    She's there in my mind when i close my eyes
    And still in my thoughts come the sunrise
    My throat closes up when i say her name
    She's like a tumour, infecting my brain

    If she were dead, deceased, buried and gone
    Maybe I could grieve, though that grieving be long
    But each day as i wake the pain starts anew...

    So I wish that you live... and you learn to be true

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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