Numb
All I ever wanted
Was you
But you’re not mine
To have
And I can either let that ruin
What’s left of me
Or pick myself up
Dust off
And carry on
Just like that
That is what I’ll do
Because I don’t want you coming back
To a faded remnant
Of what you left behind
Even though I’d rather have you
Than that bottle of wine
I’m getting used to it now
It feels good
to fall apart from time to time
© CM
25.09.2014
CALLIOPE'S LYRE 
Love is such a tricky bastard.
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For sure, that.
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My kind of poetry.
“Even though I’d rather have you
Than that bottle of wine”
I like the twist of the amazing poem.
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Moving on is so hard. But once when does, life’s so much better. But the sad part is some people remain stuck and it’s miserable. Nicely written Cookie.
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