brianne-jonesWhisper

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NumbFinally as the dust settles over my wasted heart / the numbness claims me. / Blank eyes, glazed stare.

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Jan 24, 2013

Her Other HalfI want you, with every fiber, nerve, molecule of my being. / My facial muscles stretch themselves into a smile when I see you. / Not caring to hide their eagerness.

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May 11, 2012

ExpectationsDon't expect me to wait forever, but don't be surprised if I do. / You don't have to believe anything that I say, but know that what I say is true. / Don't expect me to answer the phone, but I'm waiting for your call.

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Dec 9, 2011

Your GuiltIt's just your guilt talking, / out of the sly corners of its mouth. / The dirty, shame filled face,

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Dec 8, 2011

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