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She wasn’t the nicest
nor was she the prettiest
and certainly not the
best girlfriend I ever had.
But she was my favorite

(And not just because she was a champion
in bed–
both for our unmatched frequency
and her desire to take it to the abyss).

She had her moments
but I would dare not call her sweet.
We constantly fought
but she could still send me to laughter
with her mean and clever digs.

We were a joke
unhealthy together
but she grew on me easier than the others
I could sympathize with her plight
and could go from wanting to shake her in one minute
to……………….

too much time wasted arguing
she had to be right all the time
I was too self righteous.
We chafed easily
with words that couldn’t be taken back.

Too much on our plates
to appreciate
what the other brought to the table.

But despite all her crap
she was easy to love.

To this day she thinks
it was easy to leave
that it wasn’t something I had to do
to survive–
It just didn’t make sense on paper.

I’d hoped a break would give us a chance to mend
that time could bring forth some cohesion
while certain issues flushed themselves out
but there were events in motion that
could not be reversed.

Even 2 years later,
I catch myself wondering
why I didn’t just swallow my pride
and take her back
in the face of my own ideals and standards,
for what is freedom without compromise
when the possibilities are no longer wide open?

I’m much happier today
but its never easy to think about,
and she may always believe otherwise
but I miss her the most out of any of them.

~Edward Austin Robertson

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Above the highest of the high rises
overlooking the harbor
they twirled
they danced
and he held her as close
as he could–without committing any major violations.

He reveled in his dapper threads
their formal wear adding to the decadent festivities.
Feeling light and charming,
smiling
making merry,
they spun
and spun again
boogied
and let the celebration
carry itself to this point.

Need not go anywhere
beyond this innocent crush
no questions needed to be asked
no lies needed to be told
on this evening.

He had dreamt this moment
years before and wouldn’t
remember that until the next day on the plane
half groggy–still drunk
reeking of booze and smokes,
the dream of the elevation, candles, and glass windows
drinking scotch with the old man
overlooking the city
in similar attire
in a similar state of mind.

Dreamily dancing,
nowhere near that altered reality
a dream he had
years (months?) before
but wouldn’t remember til
he was tired enough to recall
that they were in a dream
and didn’t know it
for the dream
had merged with reality
and sometimes
reality could get weirder
than the unpredictable
subconscious.

Shooting for the stars
sometimes
left one spitting out stardust
and choking on moonbeams.

So he looked
he touched
but did nothing to
later feel ashamed of,
simply let himself
evaporate into the free and jovial light

Spinning
twirling
and turning
high above the Manhattan skyline
overlooking the harbor
with the band in their ears.
He moved in closer
and let her cheek feel his
to let her know that he was there.

~Edward Austin Robertson

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