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earnoux
earnoux
I am the rain beating down relentlessly until the overflow. Spilling out drowning anything and everything that is calm. With the rain darkness lingers resisting to be scattered. Though the rain is eager give up the darkness is endless. I am the rain and only the sun can break up these showers.
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
I am the rain
I stare at the water eyes as wide as the oceans themselves -- Each set of waves entices me like a lover reaching out her hand beckoning from underneath the crisp white duvet cover to join her. Come to me and let go. Come to me and forget. She is warm and I feel safe in her presence though I should feel a numbing chill deep in my chest. Come to me and let go Come to me and forget. I reach for her hand but instead am swept into a quick cold kiss. The water had stared back at me ready to engulf this doe-eyed romantic
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC
The water
I'm repeating in my head                               I'm sorry because I don't believe   I said it enough to you.
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Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
I'm sorry
You had no idea that when you slid your hand in my pocket you destroyed any control I had to resist you. Or did you?
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Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
You
I'm scared I'm terrified Petrified. It's such a constant            feeling                         now Never in my life       have I felt       consumed by a       feeling My heart beats       with fear Each thud Each dud        dread. Quietly it goes        pumping this        pain throughout        my bones. I am scared.
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
I am
In a moment far from reverie I wondered will the thought of you save me or push me over the edge?
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Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
Unfinished thought
I sleep in a bed of lies layer by layer each word spoken with a sweet smile creates more cushion I rest next to exaggerations they keep good company of hyperbole and hubris always with the kindest eyes Your perfume lingers for days trapped in my duvet of little fictions because it is the only truth you ever give to me.
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
Fresh Lilac
My heart has never been one piece;
 I’ve left bits in places and people 
for safekeeping or declaration. So you didn’t break it. 
You never even had the chance. 
 But don’t think for once second — it didn’t hurt when you tore 
a piece too big for yourself 
and left my ****** heart half out my chest
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
My heart has never been one piece
I would start with your hands. Mine would dance with yours; our fingers waltzing together. Then they would become curious, I know so. My hands would glide up your arm leaving a trail of goose bumps behind. I don't know where your hands have gone, but mine have reached the top of your shoulder. My fingers can't resist tracing your collar bone. Your hands find mine. I think they got lost in the escalation of my own. But they're together now. Taking a hint from yours, my hands reach to your chin -- only breaking contact for a second. My fingers have tilted your chin, so our eyes can do a similar dance to the one our hands have completed. Hands are the utilitarian laborers of the body, but eyes guard the gates to the soul. My eyes search your own. They are hesitant, but my hands are always reliable. They pull you into me and at the last second before our eyes close, and our lips meet, my eyes find what they knew was there.
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
Love Letter 36
I don't know what I did to make you so bitter, but it must have been worse than caring for you. It must have been worse than putting you before anyone else, It must have been worse than all those kind words I shared with you. It must have been worse than kissing away your tears, When you thought that dark feeling inside you would never go away. It must have been worse than trying to make you smile, Or telling you that your smile makes me smile. It had to have been worse than caressing your face in the morning because I loved you. It must have been worse than all the times I was the big spoon. It must have really been when your happiness was more important to me than my own.
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
It must have been worse