Requiem For My Casanova

Poem By Brittany Daniel

I can't call him my boyfriend,
but I love him just the same.
I can smile at a thought of him,
or even just his name.
I can't live without him,
nor do I want to try.
His leaving in June,
even the thought makes me cry.
I love where we are,
and that's where I want to be.
The closer we are, the better,
this love is all the same to me.
I've tried to loose my grip,
I've been holding way too tight.
But if I let go, I know
he'd still hold on with all his might.
We've opened doors we cannot close
and that is fine with me.
What has grown out of it
is what I wished to see.
I won't call it an addiction,
but it is, nonetheless.
at least I can say, without a doubt,
this addiction was really the best.

Author's note:
Written for my best friend, Adam.
The only man besides family who has always been there for me unconditionally.

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true love is when you can look at a picture of the guy you like and honestly wish his complete happiness.

and it's also when you can let go, and if he's truly yours he will come back, and not just because you are a last resort
or the other person he wanted didn't want him,


“You finally lost the race, ” I think to myself about the person sitting across from me. “But you don’t know it yet. Maybe you never knew to begin with.”

I can't stand being seen to squirm underneath a trance as I slightly raise the edge of my lip into a unnoticable sneer.
So sour a thought.


I'm back against the wall of my mind.
How could I have missed all of the signs?
Back to the grindstone
to grind down my heart.

Movin' On

Flew from the dark,
Rising with pain,
I dropped to my knees,
crying in shame,


I met a man
when I had a broken heart.
He became my friend
when things were falling apart.

Elizabeth, My Friend.

From the stars in the sky
to the white and blue seas below,
the beauty beyond compare
to those who know