Love
I love you unconditionally
In adjectives that don't exist yet
Adjectives that describes how much I love you
But I'm also too afraid of loving you this much
Because I'm afraid of losing you
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Her
When I thought I was over her
I still wasn't over her
Move on
I know I must but I can't
I know you don't see me the way I see you
But it hurts
It hurts to think that I must move on
That I must forget you
I live in denial
I say to myself
That I'm not affected by this
That I'm not sad
That it doesn't hurt
I'm waiting for you
To the person that will one day love me...
I wait for you tentatively
Unsure as to if you’ll really come
And like everyone I have expectations of you
But unlike anyone mine are more accurately requests:
I expect you to be patience
It takes me longer to process things
but I’ll get there if you give me time
I expect you to understand when no one else does
Know me for who I am in all my versatility
I expect you to hold me with warmth and sincerity
May the space of you outstretched arms become my safe haven
I expect you to let me rest with your arm around me
Let me hear the heart that beats for the both of us as what’s left of mine
I would have already surrendered to you
Love
A deadly disease
A hurtful emotion
It boils your blood
And makes you go crazy
Kind of like mad cow disease
A zombie of love
No longer human
Might feel like you’re in heaven
But really you’re slowly losing yourself
Uncontrollable actions
Turning into a stranger
Until you finally break
And lose everything
That is the disease
A disease called love
The destruction of mankind
Alaskan City
Barefoot on the silky sand of
the beach of days and nights,
I wade quietly through the lively breeze
beneath our northern lights.
I put my hand before my lips,
and soften a sweet sweet song;
I raise my head to our resonance
scattering where we belong.
Far away on another land he
hikes the hills of his quiet contemplation;
Remembering how it was, he and I, he
reminisces beyond sweet infatuation.
The wind coolly caresses his senses,
awakening a resonating melody;
He sees me wading on that beach
of the summer’s Alaskan city.
Strangers
We exchange smiles once a week
and that's enough to make me happy
I picture us holding hands
and walking through meadows
I picture us kissing on New Years
and dancing at balls
I write of us cuddling
and sharing memories
but the saddest part of this phenomenon
Is that it is not real
I write of our love story
because in reality we are nothing more than strangers
Stay
I told you the day you stopped cutting,
I would too.
You stopped for me,
but I couldn't stop for you.
There's no more slits on my wrists,
that's because I moved onto my hips.
I tried to quit,
but I feel more pain with the razor not letting me ache.
I couldn't keep the clean meter high,
I tried to flush the blades and say, "Goodbye."
I tried to end an era of tears and sorrow,
but I just kept on hoping there would be no tomorrow.
I love you more than anything else,
so I lie about the bleeding and the issues with my health.
Because while I know the only way you'll be fine,
Is if I am too.
SCAR
The conscious man is dead
Buried alive
So brutally, he dug his own grave
All for his love
Everything about her engulfed him
If he had known he would never have danced
If he had known he wouldn't he sung in the rain
If he had known he would have listened
When she told him not to love.
FADE
I am a vague illusion
I am a lie you tell yourself that you never truly believe
Our love was like a dream to you
The type you can't remember
The time we spent together
Was that also role playing to you
And what's that's about love
You say it doesn't exist?
How long did it take to memorize that line
I'm finally here
Yet you insist I don't exist.
THE REPLACEMENT
I stared
She was with him
Places he promised to take me
Everybody seemed to like the skinny little replica more than the real person
She was greedy
She took him
My future and dreams
My hopes and friends
And claimed them
Here she was vowing to be there through good and bad
Isn't it funny and unfair that I was only necessary during the hard times
Now all I could do was stare at the perfect couple.
IWIFE
Am I not just the perfect wife
I quietly watched you play your game while I sat in a corner and drank up my sorrow
I'm sorry my love
I just got tired of your games
I grew tired of you
Rest in peace my beloved
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