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19 (Almost 20)Undeniable draw with a / taste for the taboo, / my world is sparkling
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Jun 24, 2014
AbsorbLove is a sponge soaking in wine. / I will drink in your soul, more and more with time, / And as we age, it will only get better.
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Jun 18, 2013
AdoreThose moonrise eyes, that darling stare. / You could glare at me all day, I don’t even care. / Smile like violets, laughter like beer,
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Jun 18, 2013
AgainThere is something subtle in the way you stare at me / that makes me, for a moment, think / you've been missing me like I miss you
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Aug 19, 2013
Always.Love is unselfish. Love is unconditional. Love is wanting their happiness, even if it does not mean your happiness. Love is being awake and alive and wishing they were here to experience this with you. Love is being ******* furious, taking a deep breath before you twist the knife in, and instead stitching them up. Love is holding back their hair and rubbing their back while they throw up; drunken mistakes are nothing to be ashamed of, babe. Love is feeling blood and hormones rush through your body the moment you realize they're here, they are here. Love is birthday cake, Christmas lights, spotlights and dreamboats, breakfast for dinner, and making anywhere home as long their arms are around you. Love is moonlight *** morning kisses before you've brushed your teeth, their hand sliding down your pants under the table. Love is craziness, insanity, being so fueled by emotion that nothing makes sense and you can't help but act. Love is singing it all at the tops of buildings, kissing them when nobody or everyone is watching, being not only unafraid but proud to claim them as yours. Love is wanting nobody else in the world except them because nobody else is worth it; nobody else could hold even one-tenth of their value to you. Love is meaning it, every word. Love is ridiculously long letters, hand-painted cards, drunk text messages, and forever-blurred vision. Love is a slip of the tongue while you're high, playing guitar on a back porch at three in the morning, and wanting someone with every fiber of your being even if you'll swear to the death that you don't. Love is choosing someone, knowing that although it's going to be difficult, and painful, and sometimes ****** you are willing to take on any challenge as long as they will be there when you wake up in the morning. Love is deep, deep, deep down, sometimes small but always glowing, ready to spark a fire again at any time, if only you'd poke at the embers and let it burn.
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Sep 28, 2014
AmenSome people are born with Heaven in their souls, / And their eyes feel like God is smiling on your skin, / And their smile is like Sunday morning.
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Jun 18, 2013
An AutobiographyBlue and yellow irises / I wish flowers grew out my fingertips / And that's why I write poetry
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Jul 6, 2013
AprilThe way I hold in that smoke, / On a sweet spring night with friends I love, / I wish I could hold moments in the same way,
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Jun 19, 2013
Asexual (Love) OrganismOne day you’re going to find someone / Who treats you like a rose found in the snow, / Who treats you like you’re the only place they will ever want to go.
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Jun 19, 2013
AtlanticaLucky breather / Lucky dreamer / Smiling face above the water
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Jun 20, 2013
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