chris-reyes - Hello Poetry

Originally, I had no idea. I never knew that just falling in love with someone could give you such a thrill, could make you feel so warm inside, could fill you with such strength, and could make your whole world brighten.

But as long as I believed you loved me, I was happy.

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Mar 27, 2015

Mar 27, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC

But as long as I believed you loved me, I was happy.

Thoughts of you became the island of peace in the sea of chaos that had taken place within in my mind.

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Mar 22, 2015

Mar 22, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC

Thoughts of you became the island of peace in the sea of chaos that had taken place within in my mind.

I remember my heart racing within the shell, namely the body, an echo of that clear-skied night that felt like it was so long ago it might as well be another life entirely. Except then, I knew nothing was going to happen but I kept telling myself I was going to make it work.

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Mar 21, 2015

Mar 21, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC

I remember my heart racing within the shell, namely the body, an echo of that clear-skied night that felt like it was so long ago it might as well be another life entirely. Except then, I knew nothing was going to happen but I kept telling myself I was going to make it work.

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The smell of wine on her breath, the feeling of her fingers through the fibre of my clothing, the scent of her alluring hair underneath my chin. My hands remained out in front of me, daring to touch her, caress her. The temptation is there for me to kiss her, to embrace her, to tell her everything will be fine...

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Mar 21, 2015

Mar 21, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC

The smell of wine on her breath, the feeling of her fingers through the fibre of my clothing, the scent of her alluring hair underneath my chin. My hands remained out in front of me, daring to touch her, caress her. The temptation is there for me to kiss her, to embrace her, to tell her everything will be fine...

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The thought of the text you last sent me doesn't stray too far from my mind. The feeling of walking through Mayflower park is one of very deep nostalgia.

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Mar 20, 2015

Mar 20, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC

The thought of the text you last sent me doesn't stray too far from my mind. The feeling of walking through Mayflower park is one of very deep nostalgia.

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I wanted to savour every moment with her. I loved her.

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Mar 20, 2015

Mar 20, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC

I wanted to savour every moment with her. I loved her.

At this point, I knew it was over. There was no other way to interpret what happened the last time I saw her. In some ways, not having to hear from you again has helped me move on from that period of my life.

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Mar 20, 2015

Mar 20, 2015 at 8:34 PM UTC

At this point, I knew it was over. There was no other way to interpret what happened the last time I saw her. In some ways, not having to hear from you again has helped me move on from that period of my life.

I've tried so hard. I had done everything I can. But I've always felt the same. Thinking about you, my friends, your friends and your religion. I know I shouldn't be doing this but I couldn't give you up.

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Mar 20, 2015

Mar 20, 2015 at 8:32 PM UTC

I've tried so hard. I had done everything I can. But I've always felt the same. Thinking about you, my friends, your friends and your religion. I know I shouldn't be doing this but I couldn't give you up.

I became the architect of my own personal hell and you were the walls of my mind.

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Mar 19, 2015

Mar 19, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC

I became the architect of my own personal hell and you were the walls of my mind.