Marcus Lomboy Poems

I don’t love you.
It’s not that I don’t. And it’s not that I can’t.
It’s because I don’t want to love you.
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I like you...just a little bit...like this much..
And repeatedly I've come just as close to giving up..

I wear my heart on my sleeve..
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If you're sick of the lies
I can be your doctor...
Show you what should be
and treat you proper...
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See you walking on the side walk, give a little wink..
Then I can start the sweet talk, here's what I think..

You're a rare type of honey. Sweet and all-natural..
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Our story started as most things do..
With time spent together, alone or not..
Years of exchanging banter with you..
In the hallways, in class, or the parking lot..
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I can't believe I haven't figured it all out yet..
On the other hand I just figured out my outfit..
A splash of color to brighten up the bland..
Put my iPod on repeat and tune up the band..
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You are...

Graceful, every movement seems effortless..
Resulting in this display of emotional effluence..
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I'm looking for an escape...but I'm trying the opposite..
Looking for an entrance, at the same time try to exit it..
I'm trapped between and the doorman won't let me out..
I scream and shout, with the sense of growing doubt..
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When I hit a roadblock, you are my escape
Unlocking the ability I always hold innate
A procrastinator at heart but I'm changing
Light my own torch for my limelight's fading
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So here's a little a little blurb of spoken word. With no topic in mind, I put the pen down and write. Curves and circles creating letters which form so much more. From gloomy twilight skies, to sunny afternoons. I can accurately describe them all with words. But so many things are undefined. I can't even begin to describe them. Zero search results found when I Google'd the term.

And that term is love and what is is to me. But what is it really? And I come to the conclusion that an image is worth far more than a thousand words. So I place a picture of you next to a scribbled definition. But it's neither a noun, a verb, an adjective or a pronoun...it's just you and me. The pronunciation guide is a play button. A simple conversation between you and me. Engaged in romantic interlock about who loves the other more. Going back and forth until one of us gives up. Until one day we give up on the belief of you and me. That's when the wavelength starts to fade away...and so does the image of you and me.
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