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Lonely Without You,

Whatever we had between us was very mechanical. That is why I don’t write poems about your smile. I would be lying if I said that I’m not a fool, I know the whisky coloured eyes when I see them. It would be cliché to say that I can get drunk in them, but I would still go on and on. It’s not you, nor is it me.

It’s neither of us on this journey. We were so different, like a crow and a cuckoo. I would make a cranky laugh at that stupid example and you would still tell me it’s good. We were not aliens in this game, nor were we two ghosts, we were nothing it felt. We were controlled by the society around us wanting us to love the way they want us to which makes me wonder isn’t love mechanical? Almost robotic? It almost felt like we were never together because whatever we had between us was mechanical.