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New girl
A faint fog falls
Over my tired eyes
It's the same that covered them before
Yet still a part of me dies
Our gaze connects,
For only just a moment
My heart skips a beat
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Conflicting feelings
I'm still stuck
I thought I was free
But I was so wrong
I know it's not okay
But I can't resist it
After all, it's what I really wanted right?
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Caught in a storm
The wind was finally settling
The rain was slowing down
My tears were drying up
What got lost was being found
I let down my guard
Stepped out from the cover
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Hey, stranger
I catch glimpses of him in mirrors
That strange boy
He's so shy, but he's so loving
Yet most treat him like a toy
He wanders the empty streets alone
No one can see him
He is there
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Walking
You called this my "sulk walk"
You said just to talk to you when I'm upset
But I don't have you anymore
I don't have anyone here
I blocked her out so she won't get burned by my fire
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I don't know anymore
I don't know anymore
And neither do you
But at least you moved on
But did you really?
Am I mistaken in this?
Am I reading too far in to your poems?
Loves
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From Poetry Class...
We had to write a poem about an animal
in poetry class the other day,
And I didn't know what topic to choose,
so of course I wrote about you:
A bee flies in front
of my window,
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Silver linings
Three months is too long
to hold onto hope,
But here I am clutching it in my fist
like it's my very will to live.
I need to set it free,
I'll watch it fly across the sky,
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after all this time?
I hate how you couldn't see
What you did to me.
The way my heart shattered
When you were with him.
I wanted you to be with me,
And hold my hand in the halls.
I was your first friend,
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The end of the beginning
I love it
It being you
You changed my life
Life that you give me
You blow my mind
Mind you, that's not easy
Easy on the eyes
Eyes as calling as a siren song
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Falling into nothing
My mind has gone numb
My hands are ice cold
Each day blends into the next
Each word pulls me closer to the edge
Nothing is the absence of something
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Erasure of the Femme Fatale
* am burned at the stake of cursed femininity.
Something of a goddess and a martyred myth.
* suppose those are one and the same.
You juxtapose ** between a revolution