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 Apr 2014 Jacqueline Flores
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nobody warns you about the first boy who tells you he wants to marry you.

nobody warns you about the tangible shift in the universe when he parts his lips to smile.

nobody warns you about the poetry he'll write you or how your knees will weaken or the melancholy hidden between the layers of his laughter.

nobody warns you that miles will morph into lightyears and you will curse the ocean for being the only thing that keeps his fingers from resting between yours.

nobody warns you about the day his sweater doesn't smell like him anymore.

nobody warns you that human hands are incapable of holding a person together.

nobody warns you that sometimes love is not enough, no matter how much you wish it was.

nobody warns you about the crippling nostalgia that renders you breathless.

nobody warns you about the nights when silence screams for your blood.

nobody warns you about the crater that forms in your chest in the middle of the night when he doesn't answer.

nobody warns you about how it's going to feel when he tells you he's in love with someone else.

nobody warns you that forever is a lie.

- m.f.
What's the
point of having
a life when
your every thought
is for
someone else?
It sickens me to see kids spend every second of every day devoting everything they have just to support an ******* or someone who just isn't worth it.
The perfect person

the perfect person will be perfect,
and with his perfection he will have the perfect attitude.
the only problem is one day he will feel betrayed,
and the person who betrayed him he will not forgive.
the problem is that he has a dysfunction,
and that is that he cannot trust anybody.
he waits and he waits,
for the people that will begin to ***** him over.
he waits and he waits,
love for others isn't love unless they make the same effort he makes.
love for others isn't love,
unless people are consciously making decisions based on what he would think,
the same way he does for those he loves.
and though he doesn't always honor his parents,
he knows that whatever he does they will not stop loving him.
so Maybe his idea of love is wrong,
Maybe the only people he can love is his family.
Maybe no one is perfect,
but **** that.
I am this person,
and the only perfect there is to me is myself.
because everyone else will let you down,
and everyone else will look for a reason to Hold things against you.
the perfect person knows they are great,
and instead of investigating the truth he learns that people lie.
therefore I trust myself more than anyone else,
so Why should I be a perfect person to you,
if I don't expect you to ever be perfect?
and Why should I care about you,
if my love will never be perfect?
so Why should I use the word perfect,
if nothing in this world is ever going to be or ever was?
because of this, forget perfection.
because I don't care about it,
and neither should you.
everything you hang on to must be let go someday.
the only scary part is,
Why is it so easy sometimes?
the problem with
being a poet in love,
is that you savour
& trust each word your lover has
without  question.

we are simply in love
with bare literature,
spoken from the lips of someone we hold
in higher regard
than ourselves sometimes.

when you love a poet
each word you utter,
should be a piece of artwork

each sentence,
a highly thought out structure of awe and beauty to leave us seeping
in the warmth of your voice
caressing such fine words

so when deciding that you love someone,
who writes or reads
fill their souls with beauty, memories & truth especially,
for a poet's heart breaks at ease.
thoughts.
I wish to go back to the day-
When we first met.
It was the day I let my guard down,
And I let you into my mind.
That was my first mistake.
One I will never make again.
Trust nobody,
I should've thought
To let me know to turn around.

Because maybe then,
I thought you were a friend.
But you were just the beginning to an end.
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