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You are an entire universe full of stars;
tiny droplets of light,
that integrate to become a part of me.
You inflate my heart,
it was made of paper but now
reminds me of odd-shaped balloons,
to sizes that can not be measured.
I've tried to count the reasons.
that I l-o-v-e you.
But come up short to a million every time.
I am always reminded of your love,
(As if I'd let myself forget.)
Your smile serves as my Polaris:
Ribbons are fastened about my tongue;
I am more than flabbergasted
because there's a part of you in every word.
tiny droplets of light,
that integrate to become a part of me.
You inflate my heart,
it was made of paper but now
reminds me of odd-shaped balloons,
to sizes that can not be measured.
I've tried to count the reasons.
that I l-o-v-e you.
But come up short to a million every time.
I am always reminded of your love,
(As if I'd let myself forget.)
Your smile serves as my Polaris:
Ribbons are fastened about my tongue;
I am more than flabbergasted
because there's a part of you in every word.
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what did you do with my heart?
did you:
throw away my love letter
after reading it? rip it up?
light it on fire? even read
it at all? wear it to school?
wear it on someone elses
sleeve? my sleeve? study
my graphology? forget my
name, again?
excuse my handwriting
for being overly poetic.
did you:
feel shocked? feel confused? feel upset?
indifferent? curious? sad, mad, bad, glad?
feel my heart breaking? feel my emotion?
feel my cathartic release? feel my courage
in confessing? feel the pain in each cliche?
feel vicarious sorrow? feel anything at all?
no, no, no. of cours
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once more with feeling
the earth we lived on
had two moons.
(at night
they both
held hands).
-
i keep remembering
our naked mornings
and our naked nights.
we were the
sound of the ocean.
wed smoke
poison
and watch
our liquid sex squirm.
-
lets bleed
all over the carpet,
were knee-deep
in secrets.
i miss
your voice
when you still sang
and when my heart
wasnt your
pincushion.
yes,
i use to think
you were from a city
made of stars,
now you sit in the
dark waiting to be
reborn.
at least i
still have your
picture
to smile at.
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dear self,
1.
tomorrow is not worth waiting for.
sure, there will be sunshine (with
a slight chance of rain) and sure,
some kid will be smiling, and yes,
life is still
moving
on,
but it's not like anyone cares.
2.
you just want someone to love you,
misery and tears and all. maybe you
could spend saturdays curled up
under the covers, memorizing
the patterns of breathing. maybe
you could count the seconds but
the problem is that there would never
be enough, the problem is that
there's nothing there to love.
3.
no one is listening.
4.
i'd write you a letter, but
you'd never read it. i'm stuck
screaming into my own heart,
wonderin
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For the amazing and wonderful =kiwi-damnation.
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She had told me she wanted "a poem of what you think of me" I wish I could do you more justice hun. Words fail me sometimes. ♥
Oh and if this doesn't make sense it's because it's 4:30AM.
Lookie lookie! Clickable eyes!
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She had told me she wanted "a poem of what you think of me" I wish I could do you more justice hun. Words fail me sometimes. ♥
Oh and if this doesn't make sense it's because it's 4:30AM.
Lookie lookie! Clickable eyes!
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Whoop, congrats on the very well-deserved DLD! <33333