Brush—
the graze of your arm,
with intention and love,
woven into a subtle kiss on my shoulder with every stride—
side by side.
Your smile—
how gentle!
Gleaming brighter than the sun.
Warming my heart far greater than heat on my skin in the midst of Tennessee summer.
......
Shadows in the park...
Must be a sunny day...
Always wearing black...
Never having much to say...
Shadows never laugh...
They never, ever cry...
Sometimes they disappear...
If the suns not shining in the sky...
......
As the sun shines through the leaves...
Peering through in the shape of a heart...
Our park benches sit so empty...
As insecure love drifts apart...
Your hand no longer clutching mine...
On the walks which we no longer go...
The emptiness runs oh so deep...
Like a well with no bottom below...
......
Pain, to me, has always felt like fists.
Quick, hard blows to my body,
leaving me sore and limping,
though stronger in the end.
But this,
this pain is different
like a poison
coursing through already raw capillaries
it burns me, from the inside all the way out,
consuming me with i different kind of toxicity I've not met before.
......
What is it about you
That makes my stomach turn?
Causing my heart to beat fast
And my mouth to curl?
Is it your beautiful smile
Or maybe your cute lips?
Or maybe the sweetness of your voice
When you whisper to me through a kiss?
I gaze upon your purest soul
......
Brush—
the graze of your arm,
with intention and love,
woven into a subtle kiss on my shoulder with every stride—
side by side.
Your smile—
how gentle!
Gleaming brighter than the sun.
Warming my heart far greater than heat on my skin in the midst of Tennessee summer.
......
I only needed it to rain and my only incentive was the storm,
Because it was founding my Red Sea and caused me to sink to the floor.
It doesn’t take pain and I don't need to be troubled,
But every morning is a pill full of hardship and struggle.
Company is dangerous because the corners never knew my ears,
Blood turns to grease and I've been burning for 18 years.
Traditional sounds much too conditional, and I told you to leave while you had the chance,
But you were kind and polite and opened the door at every glance.
I walked away with your heart on the ground,
......
Something must be wrong with me
To make me care about a man
Who can't take the time to reply to me
Or simply give a damn
I can only make assumptions
At this point I'm less upset
That he only wanted to fuck me
But too bad for him, I'm not done yet
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I think I like being alone
Well, not alone of course I have friends and family
But alone in a sense of romance
I am okay with that
Boys are incompetent
Too needy
Too narcissistic
And in the end you'll just get hurt
What's the point of dating?
To hurt?
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