ohcheesus - Hello Poetry

I am the sun and you are the moon: my tidal-wave tears are controlled by you So when it’s 2am in the middle of the night, I know why I can’t sleep tight.

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Feb 8, 2015

Feb 8, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC

insomnia

I am the sun and you are the moon: my tidal-wave tears are controlled by you So when it’s 2am in the middle of the night, I know why I can’t sleep tight.

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and i swear your breath in the cold air might as well have been cigarette smoke, the way it filled my lungs with a taste i couldn't forget and left them begging for something that i knew would only hurt me

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Jan 31, 2015

Jan 31, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC

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and i swear your breath in the cold air might as well have been cigarette smoke, the way it filled my lungs with a taste i couldn't forget and left them begging for something that i knew would only hurt me

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I do not know you I do not know your name or the name of the song that nearly brings you to tears but my god you are beautiful

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Jan 3, 2015

Jan 3, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC

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I do not know you I do not know your name or the name of the song that nearly brings you to tears but my god you are beautiful

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I miss your wrists; and the way they unhinge at the cliff edge of my shoulders. I miss standing breath to breath, close enough to feel your heart making music against my chest.

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Dec 24, 2014

Dec 24, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC

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I miss your wrists; and the way they unhinge at the cliff edge of my shoulders. I miss standing breath to breath, close enough to feel your heart making music against my chest.

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You are so B e a u t i f u l it hurts; The silhouette of your frame lingers even when my eyes are closed

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Dec 8, 2014

Dec 8, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC

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You are so B e a u t i f u l it hurts; The silhouette of your frame lingers even when my eyes are closed

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and i promise that every single night before the darkness swallows this already blackened world, i'll tell you how beautiful you are to me. i'll tell you how much i adore you

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Nov 25, 2014

Nov 25, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC

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and i promise that every single night before the darkness swallows this already blackened world, i'll tell you how beautiful you are to me. i'll tell you how much i adore you

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I'm afraid that if someone were to put a knife to my skin and cut open, all that would erupt from my veins is your name, tucked neatly into the corners, so no one could know how fervently I love you. Even though you're all that is keeping me alive, at times youre all that I think will be the death of me.

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Nov 7, 2014

Nov 7, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC

you are my life; you are my death

I'm afraid that if someone were to put a knife to my skin and cut open, all that would erupt from my veins is your name, tucked neatly into the corners, so no one could know how fervently I love you. Even though you're all that is keeping me alive, at times youre all that I think will be the death of me.

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I know that I'm no good for you You are the sun, moon, stars, sky All the wonderful things in this universe While I'm just a breathing human being Who merely craves for your existence more and more each day

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Nov 3, 2014

Nov 3, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC

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I know that I'm no good for you You are the sun, moon, stars, sky All the wonderful things in this universe While I'm just a breathing human being Who merely craves for your existence more and more each day

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the veins on my hand look like road maps and still, I’ve been trying to follow my heart home. the road map of veins end at my forearm where I’ve etched your name countless times with shards of stained glass. home isn’t where the heart is.

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Nov 3, 2014

Nov 3, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC

veins

the veins on my hand look like road maps and still, I’ve been trying to follow my heart home. the road map of veins end at my forearm where I’ve etched your name countless times with shards of stained glass. home isn’t where the heart is.

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I want to softly whisper incomplete poems on your collar bones that don't rhyme with anything but your heavy breathing. I want to bury my face in the curves of your neck because you smell like the winter clouds and I've been gazing at the sky since you left.

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Nov 2, 2014

Nov 2, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC

i want

I want to softly whisper incomplete poems on your collar bones that don't rhyme with anything but your heavy breathing. I want to bury my face in the curves of your neck because you smell like the winter clouds and I've been gazing at the sky since you left.

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