tea-ful - Hello Poetry

I have a craving for words, where my mouth feels out of place and my tongue doesn't sit comfortably in my mouth until I can perfectly describe the feelings. A craving for a fulfillment of indescribable content that your mouth can almost taste. In the same way that I crave the feeling of your hug while tears run down my face and that one juice that tastes like childhood, I crave words. - F.T.

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Apr 17, 2016

Apr 17, 2016 at 7:52 AM UTC

My craving

I have a craving for words, where my mouth feels out of place and my tongue doesn't sit comfortably in my mouth until I can perfectly describe the feelings. A craving for a fulfillment of indescribable content that your mouth can almost taste. In the same way that I crave the feeling of your hug while tears run down my face and that one juice that tastes like childhood, I crave words. - F.T.

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There's a chaos about him and his beautiful soul. The type that makes the world slow down but makes your head spin out of control when you're with him. He notices the smallest things I do, like how I go onto my tippy toes and then kiss him on the back of his neck. How, when I'm driving, I always look at him and smile. But somehow he's also entranced by his own little world. The way he feels the music as it plays around him and the way he sees the world are all unique to him and it's wonderful. His dance moves, amuse me, but they show his complete involvement in the music and I can see when he loses himself in the rhythm. He loves taking pictures but always does the same three poses to show his side and angle he thinks is his best. When in fact they're all his best because he's truly lovely, not only to look at, but also to experience. Together we can be innocent and naïve yet guilty and experienced at the same time in our actions, words and thoughts. But when he's not with me and I miss him, I spin around in circles to replicate the feeling of being around him. I never realized how much I relied on physical contact to feel comfortable in life and without it I constantly feel physically ill. When the only part of him I have near me are pictures of our past memories, I still get butterflies thinking about him. His chaos is my happiness. - F.T.

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Feb 14, 2016

Feb 14, 2016 at 6:20 AM UTC

His Chaos

There's a chaos about him and his beautiful soul. The type that makes the world slow down but makes your head spin out of control when you're with him. He notices the smallest things I do, like how I go onto my tippy toes and then kiss him on the back of his neck. How, when I'm driving, I always look at him and smile. But somehow he's also entranced by his own little world. The way he feels the music as it plays around him and the way he sees the world are all unique to him and it's wonderful. His dance moves, amuse me, but they show his complete involvement in the music and I can see when he loses himself in the rhythm. He loves taking pictures but always does the same three poses to show his side and angle he thinks is his best. When in fact they're all his best because he's truly lovely, not only to look at, but also to experience. Together we can be innocent and naïve yet guilty and experienced at the same time in our actions, words and thoughts. But when he's not with me and I miss him, I spin around in circles to replicate the feeling of being around him. I never realized how much I relied on physical contact to feel comfortable in life and without it I constantly feel physically ill. When the only part of him I have near me are pictures of our past memories, I still get butterflies thinking about him. His chaos is my happiness. - F.T.

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Since I've been gone, I've been trying not to fall in love with you. I've been trying to forget the fallen stars in your eyes and the battle scars on your body. I've been trying to forget your touch which gave me comfort and the warm feeling of your breath against my neck. I've been trying to forget the outline of your body and the soft touch of your lips when you kissed me. I've been trying to forget how we held hands and how you used to hold my thigh. I've been trying to forget how you know I hate that you smoke, but how you love to click your Marlboro cigarettes. I've been trying to forget how you look when you sleep and how you flinch when you're sad. I've been trying to forget how your whole body shakes when you cry and how you held me. I've been trying to forget how you laugh and how it always makes me smile. But I haven't been able to get these things off my mind. I must already be in love with you. -F.T.

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Jan 18, 2016

Jan 18, 2016 at 8:20 AM UTC

Trying to forget

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Where the sky and the earth meet is where my love is created. Where it's always just out of reach and not physically tangible. Where the sun visits daily and the birds are in constant pursuit of. A love that can be seen but never possessed long enough to give away. -F.T.

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Dec 20, 2015

Dec 20, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC

Boundary Love

Where the sky and the earth meet is where my love is created. Where it's always just out of reach and not physically tangible. Where the sun visits daily and the birds are in constant pursuit of. A love that can be seen but never possessed long enough to give away. -F.T.

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He is encapsulated by an energy. An energy which is visible from miles away and it's simply and utterly fantastic. The energy emitted from his smile has the ability to leave you breathless in the most beautiful way. A soft and warm touch which can render you paralyzed in awe. Every insecurity escapes as you feel accepted from a single glance. And as we hug I can feel myself falling victim to the warmth and comfort of his embrace. His being, his presence is addictive. - F.T.

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Nov 17, 2015

Nov 17, 2015 at 9:47 AM UTC

An Exuberant Soul

He is encapsulated by an energy. An energy which is visible from miles away and it's simply and utterly fantastic. The energy emitted from his smile has the ability to leave you breathless in the most beautiful way. A soft and warm touch which can render you paralyzed in awe. Every insecurity escapes as you feel accepted from a single glance. And as we hug I can feel myself falling victim to the warmth and comfort of his embrace. His being, his presence is addictive. - F.T.

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As I sit here at 3am missing you like hell, I realize how difficult it will be when it's gone. I wonder what it's like to no longer feel the comfort of your hands on my skin because your touch feels like home and without you I'll seem incomplete. I think about not being able to feel your breath on my neck when we're lying in bed because it's my security from my lonely problematic thoughts. I know thinking about you will begin to hurt and I wonder how long it'll be before I give in. - F.T.

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Nov 6, 2015

Nov 6, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC

The lonely hour

As I sit here at 3am missing you like hell, I realize how difficult it will be when it's gone. I wonder what it's like to no longer feel the comfort of your hands on my skin because your touch feels like home and without you I'll seem incomplete. I think about not being able to feel your breath on my neck when we're lying in bed because it's my security from my lonely problematic thoughts. I know thinking about you will begin to hurt and I wonder how long it'll be before I give in. - F.T.

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Now I'm left trying to figure out which of the broken pieces of my heart, that lay before me, have your name written on them, because they don't belong back in my chest. -F.T.

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Oct 31, 2015

Oct 31, 2015 at 5:38 AM UTC

Broken-Hearted

Now I'm left trying to figure out which of the broken pieces of my heart, that lay before me, have your name written on them, because they don't belong back in my chest. -F.T.

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I don't drink but, ever since we've called it quits, I've just wanted to get drunk so I could kiss you and blame it on the alcohol... - F.T.

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Oct 30, 2015

Oct 30, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC

The last resort