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caitlin-tuminello
caitlin-tuminello
"We've come a long way without maps in our hands."
i often wonder if i'm exactly where i need to be. that every mistake, every lost love, every new beginning got me here. to you. i danced around corners, always missing you. looking, but never seeing. and then, simply put, i fell in love with you. you made color bleed from black and white, you radiated light where shadows dwelled, and you placed kisses where there were once scars. i met a boy so lovely that to exist in the same timeline as him is a fate that i can never quite wrap my mind around
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Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC
questioning god's existence at 4 am
it's magical, really, how you can meet someone new and, without expecting it, they become so important. i wasn't even aware of how much more love i had to give until i met you. but that's what you do to me. you are constantly opening my eyes to all that is new and beautiful. with your gentle, yet energetic heart, you fire electricity through my veins and you paint my world with such stunning colors. life is better, music is richer, chocolate is sweeter, my soul is at ease.
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 5:39 PM UTC
a simple poem for a simple love
i tell secrets in the form of poetry each of my subjects is a special fruit hanging from the limbs of my mind once they become too heavy, i must pick them, tear them open, and reveal their matter before they become spoiled not for the world to see, but more so for my own relief i'll place my subject right in front of me for dissection, but only when it's ripe and i am fully ready my subject transforms from a drunken pith into a gem, from a simple thought into a sonnet this form of expression is the only thing keeping me from endless suffering writing frees the subject without its knowledge, and it frees me from having to protect it any longer for it is a burden with which i have a sporadic love affair
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC
the burden of keeping a secret
You exude such a brilliant light. I want to bask in your glow because you've illuminated my soul and made me so beautiful. Flowers grow from my skin where you kiss me; my name becomes poetry when you whisper it into my mouth. On those days that leave me feeling deflated, I know that my lungs will soon swell when I inhale all that is your intoxicating magic. I'm running to the edge of what I know and I am exhilarated because I can feel my feet hit the ground with every beat of your heart.
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
The Sweet Taste of Serendipity
We sang the same words to each other, but I knew they meant different things. As you tried to make me understand, I just wanted you to fall back in love. Just fall back in love with me.
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Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
Drunk at Christmas Parties
my mind is a library. every book embodies who I am. each page drenched in a new experience. every chapter, a lesson learned. even though you encompass so many of these pages, you gave me too many paper cuts, i'm over your genre and you never liked reading much anyways.
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
what your absence has taught me
you fought for me as if tomorrow had already been promised
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Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
11 word poem
Maybe I feel hollow because I left so much of me in the things I thought I loved, in you. And I don't know how to fill these empty spaces because where light and warmth once occupied the parts of me that needed you, now feel dark and lonely and incomplete.
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Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
Your Name Burns Like Acid On My Tongue
Lying in your room we stop time. Any other time and place we are left sinking through seconds toward our fate but we float late nights in your room trapped in the amber.  The fluid and constant second hand clicking away our time together on your wrist, is silenced by our breathing. And in the presence of each other, encompassed in the company, and engrossed in the solidarity that comes with being together, we don't allow the night to end. But last night it did. Our perfect night was finally penetrated by the tick, tick, ticking reality that so desperately sought to break in and rob us of our unwarranted and unrealistic happiness and sense of safety.
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC
But last night it did
sweet late morning naps filled with dreams of boys and first and last kisses when every touch still means so much
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
late mornings under quilts