The hallway is filled with silence

Darling, I can’t hear you anymore, uncomfortable silence is now what we are immune to.

I feel adjacent to your soul that I can no longer touch but she can

The dependency on me emotionally is gone now I feel as if a part of my soul has left my body but when you were mine I never bothered to notice that emotionally you were moved in while I had the keys and came home when I wanted to.

Your patience is greatly appreciated and your kiss will forever linger on my lips.

You are the women who may forever reside in my skin

My heart is a residency to you when need be.

I feel hopeless
Seeing you better off makes me think of what could’ve been
Now I can’t even communicate with you which frustrates me internally
To see her there and nit me
To be replaced but not replaced in your true heart
I feel empty
My tank is on E
I’m searching to find a being who can make me feel as whole as you did but in fact, this pursuit is pointless
My emotions are tangled and I’ve encountered some issues in the last few weeks
Making me crawl back to where I started when I felt misery begging to make it’s way back into my head
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**** it
I’m so frustrated honey
Love me again
One more time
That’s all I want and need
Though that is so unrealistic I can only dream of this one thing
I’ve seen you while my eyes are shut or when I’m driving by the coordinates we roamed upon
Everyone has turned and moved on
But I’d rather them be happy then stuck in confusion and love
You are free my precious butterfly
Go beyond and above
I love you
I always will
It’s hard to embrace the thrill we used to share because now it’s gone and disappeared in the breath I took when I saw you for the first time again
I felt the change and your heart and that you only wanted to be friends
****
I love you baby
When will this end
The lesson learned was to never hurt a caterpillar again.

Sweet Caroline

Your eyes gleam a story so untold by things that have evoked you to begin a lunar eclipse to see the shattered epitome of what they want to see

Your life has been theirs for a while, Nevertheless, you left the stage with no remorse for mistakes that were made during the scene

The secrets have consumed you and your true intentions of being a beautiful butterfly.

Tattooed on your body for the resemblance of your journey of growing out of their murmurs and hypocrisy.

Your lips tell me an intense ****** thought as your pretty little smile meets your soul and eyes at once.

How could you ever turn her down

A good girl with a good identity but a creature roaring of a silenced seductive innocence.

She feels so good

Never does she have to speak and you can still feel her eyes reaching for your soul.

The urge to grab her by the waist and tell her pretty little heart that she can rest assured
that her beautiful persona has bloomed into what's been hiding beneath her surface of swallowed emotions and risks.

She walks with freedom as she allows her feet to walk alone with no one over her shoulders
anymore.

When she wakes up she feels the anxiety of oversleeping from the terrors that chase her mind to exhaustion and trauma.

Why is it that we become addicted to a quiet being that walks with a broad spectrum of genuine expressions?

When you smile at me I feel the way your words walk up to your brain only to not speak on them but to roll your eyes to show the way you feel.

I hear you when you don’t speak I see you when you wish not to be seen.

Wander down something you’re afraid of but don’t want to be afraid of, meet me there.

You’re as soft as your impression.

Ocean eyes make me ponder on your adversities not spoken on

Addicted, not obsessed, addicted, now as I reassess your quietness I shall find your soft hands that I’ve not felt but only in my dreams.

Meet me on the 11th floor of your biggest secret and tell me if your heart is still healing from the carrier who consumed you and watched you walk.

Tell me if those hands are something you regret running into when you couldn’t sleep.

The absence of what could’ve been makes us crave discomfort and unforgivingness.

Show the world your heart is free and not abused though the memories you used to have led you to believe you couldn’t be you without reassurance and continuity.

My darling my fingertips wish to explore your soul and give you a home.

Oh, sweet Caroline.
Come home.

Darling your floorboard is beginning to seep into your space
I know what you are now
Why are you now
Passive to everything I verbally serve you with when you find my gentleness appealing
Aggressive when I ponder upon your character itself and its charming approach
I like to be appreciated by you like this
Illuminate my missing attributes and let me be free
I feel lovingly controlled by a beautiful beast
Through text, I love to fathom your kind words you'd only say at 3 am.
This rapid drywall of yours is a kindness
I hear the anger in your chest but the sensitivity drowns it out only to be quiet.
I wish not to question you
you begin to crumble under the words I pin you with because of your wall that that is beginning to fall apart because of me
You are letting me in
so close
You told me that you miss me though you've never met me
You call me dumb when wanting to say you are adorable
You roll your eyes when I've won the endless competition on one of the unerring debates you crave to have with me
knowing you think I might be wrong.
I fell in love with an oblivious war.
I will fight every night just to be present with you.

She dug deep and found my system of *******
My well of insecurities
My shelter of validation
To feel threatened by the truth is the universes way of placing your thick sins in this purgatory sanctuary
Never has a being mapped me out head to toe
Pretty little enigma desires to prolong the many questions about my identity
So far yet so close
The eyes tell a story of the hostile home she used to roam
Arrived
The perfect reputation unwinds when night time carries you many hours past 12 am
Her name is Valor
Interactions that allow the depicting of my iceberg to begin starts an investigation of my loose memories and conversations
Articulation is the suspect and unconventional thoughts and actions are the deductive issues.
Inside she’s in love with your soul
She still has some digging to in order to confide in you
Craving the acceptance as for her, the desire of your genuine infatuation that lingers off your lips when you lock eyes to look away anxiously for the future you aspire to be so realistic.

Within you is a perception I view

Personal;

From the day that awakens and the night that falls through the cracks of my time

Anxiety comes from the eyes I see

Of you to me;

Language of the body is the beauty of art

when it's no longer there society
falls apart;

standoffish to your true self as your mind feels lower than your pride

In a waning crescent I see your mind

and soul;

sanctions of all your thoughts that have traveled

The mental distortion I have of you are vividly blue and secretive

My imaging of the non-conforming norm can fall apart if being proven wrong is the best for my realization of internal anxiousness about the world
and
how it
works

Reading you as if you were a marvel dc comic strip filled with personalities only the heart and curiosity can witness.

short and choppy.

bold with a grip

Here you are

Sand

through my fingertips.

Her tension-able smile makes my heart overload with warmth and curiosity
Grounded when she understands my sense of knowledge
I am loved but not the way I’ve ever been before
I’m okay with her subtle love and her passive-aggressive care
I am no longer confused about her brain
I’ve entered her and she knows it
I penetrated her with my personal growth and knowledge
Your tiny hands miss me when we’ve never interacted
The broad beautiful chest of your wishes my head was beside it
When you wake up you hear my last interaction in your head
My feels deepen because "Too Yang"  I think I'm in love with you
I don’t know where to put my hands
I turn my head in my car as if you’re there watching my humorous ignorance take over my body
I can hear your heart scream how much you love me
The thickness of your mind is so deadly but yet so beautiful.
I know you want me there
Not 10 hours and 32 minutes away
In your room
In your bed
In your head
In your car
Instead of me being a faint memory you can never touch but only in your terrors.
I want to be the little spoon you put between your gentle lips
Over infatuation over someone I’ve never looked in the eyes
My mind sits upon the fact I’ve never met your lengthy figure and soft personality
It's okay that we haven’t walked upon the same coordinates at the same time
We will soon
Just keep me.