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 Sep 2015 Acuriousnature
Q
I'm thinking of you today
And, for once, I want you out of my head.
I'm imagining the way you left
But still can't accept that you're dead.

I'm missing you today
It's almost been a year now, I still don't understand.
I'm wondering what demons you saw
That ate away at you down to your wit's end.

I'm hating you today
The same way I do every time I hear your name
I'm cursing you, screaming, angry
And you'll never know so it's all in vain.

I'm loving you today
The same way I do every second of every minute
I'm remembering the words I'd say, like,
"Life isn't worth living if you're not in it"

I'm thinking of you today
I can't remember your eyes quite as clearly
I'm missing you today
And I'll miss you forever; I love you dearly.
Two weeks until the anniversary and I'm in a bit of a tail-spin of emotions.
Will you be there? my yearning heart has cried:
  Ah me, my love, my love, shall I be there,
  To sit down in your glory and to share
Your gladness, glowing as a ****** bride?
Or will another dearer, fairer-eyed,
  Sit nigher to you in your jubilee;
  And mindful one of other will you be
Borne higher and higher on joy's ebbless tide?
--Yea, if I love I will not grudge you this:
  I too shall float upon that heavenly sea
    And sing my joyful praises without ache;
  Your overflow of joy shall gladden me,
    My whole heart shall sing praises for your sake
And find its own fulfilment in your bliss.
 Sep 2015 Acuriousnature
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Brakes
 Sep 2015 Acuriousnature
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it’s cute how my eyes chase after his face
how it is the only thing can be defined by them
and when our eyes accidentally met
they create such affection that can't be helped
but me and he can never be we
cause our faith puts too many brakes on our hearts
that might as well breaks them apart
 Sep 2015 Acuriousnature
jennee
She sang herself to sleep every now and then
As the tears trickled down her tiny face
During those nights, no one heard except for the pillow case positioned under her head
And the mattress served as a barrier for the demons that lived beneath her bed
As the sun buries itself into the sea,
Its flames die out and so does she
Nights are when she crosses out the days left on her beating skin
Dawns are when she peels off dry scars and have her cuts covered in bandages
Solitary lullabies are what keep her sane
But the words leave the mouth of a battered child yearning for the company of another,
But she is all that will remain

n.j.
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