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New Jersey, United States
Now keep in mind that Im an artist and Im sensitive about my ish. Every since I was young I always wrote poems, songs, and short stories. So of course when asked what I wanted to be when I grew up my first intial reaction was to say writer. Overtime the responses to that answer changed me, but never changed my way of thinking. I was told, "to be a writer was an impractical dream." And "Writing should be a hobby not a career." But in the words of my favorite artist I believe "if they don't know your dreams, then they can't shoot them down". Writing is more than just a passion to me. Like air, it flows thru me. It's my reason for life, my reason to live. My poems are like my diary, how I view the world, life, and love. So feel free to read my poems. Take a look at things thru my eyes, my dreams and my thoughts from living life with my head in the clouds.

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

3 sides

I wish I could put all the blame on you. But it was me who got comfortable and believed you to be true. When I thought I met you before I should have recognized the signs. That it wasn't you individually I knew but I already met your type. So it's my fault because I should have known better. By now I should have learned my lesson. That feeling I got in my gut about you, I shouldn't have ignored it I should have listened. But instead I listened to your smile which cajoled me to believe your every word. When I should have paid attention to your silence towards her and the words I never heard. And even though I asked you about her, and despite the fact that you lied. Nothing can change that everything I wanted to know was right in front of my eyes. Including her who was literally right in front of me. Unlike the truth, her you did not hide. Which is why I'm mad at me for you, and you for her because to every story there's 3 sides. And her side is too familiar to me, it hits too close to home. Which is why I should have known better. I wish I would have known.