Should of loved you more…


Should of loved you more….

He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and he loved the sea. He learn too late, love is the sweetest days and love is rarely near.

A crying soldier telling him in the tavern. I can go home to my wife, I am so damn angry. He told the young soldier, go home and  fall at her feet and tell her. She is your everything, she is the gold in your life. Confess your pain, fall together. Love is the healer my friend. She is waiting for you and if you falter to the whiskey. You will become me. The lonely poet near the sea. Drinking the damn whiskey and screaming names of a love gone and forgotten. The soldier pushed the whiskey toward the old…

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We lies, we dies and I still wanted more…


We lies, we died and I still wanted you….

We lay in a bed of mercy, you and I, we bleed-out all the kindness we once knew. You told me often, “My soldier, you love war, whores and the drink. You return to me when you are afraid to die alone. Keep killing the emotion of kindness, I have left.”

I watched her pretty face and I saw small tears begin to fall. I told you. You and I, are good at running away and playing hide and seek. We have loved the whiskey, the new kiss and the long ride. We forgot to hold on to one thing to make life okay.

She smiled and she whispered.
“We lies, we died and I still wanted you.

Once we had pretty pictures,

we knew first kiss,

we knew first dance and we taught each other.

The bloody word. Goodbye.

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