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Arielle Feb 2019
Ice cold breath.
A chill runs down my spine.
Fire flashes.
In his eyes I see it dancing.
I reach out.
Steam rises as fire meets ice.
Arielle Feb 2019
Hot breath meets exposed skin.
My breath catches in my throat.
I think in that moment, you notice...
You see that I am terrified to let you love me.
But I am helpless to fight it.
The pull is too strong.
And as scary as it is,
I don't want to...
I want to feel your hands on my skin,
your breath in my lungs,
your heart beat with mine...
I want you.
The taste of your raw, unchecked hunger.
The look in your eyes as if I'm all you could ever need.
More than food, water, or breath itself.
Because I want you that much too.
I'm scared to say it out loud,
but it's in my eyes, my blood,
my hands as they reach for you,
pulling you closer.
Please don't let go...
Arielle Feb 2019
Eyes, the window to the soul.
Or the mirror?
When our eyes connect,
do you see what I'm feeling,
or is your own pain reflected there?
Are you aware?
Do you see the signs?
Or, are you too caught up in yourself?
Are you looking for my soul
or a smiling face?
Your vanity has a price.
Am I to pay it?
I'm pleading for my life.
My eyes a desperate cry...
Begging just one person
to stop,
to see,
ask why.
But, to care is overrated.
Compassion is a bore.
We all compete in vanity, but
what are we fighting for?
Arielle Jan 2019
Each morning when I wake up,
I try to remember what it felt like.
What it felt like to live a life worth having;
A life full of possibility.
Each morning when I wake up
and the sun seems dimmer
and the air feels colder,
I try to remind myself.
Remind myself that they say,
"It gets better."
But when?
Each morning when I wake up
I ask myself "how will today be different? Be better?"
My fear is that it won't...
Each morning when I wake up
and question the emptiness
and wonder how I got so lost,
I cling to the hope
that what has been lost
can once again be found.
Each morning when I wake up,
I feel the sadness start to creep in around my carefully constructed walls
and the crack in my armor begins to grow...
Exposing what lies beneath.
When I wake up in the morning,
it all comes rushing out leaving my armor broken
and my heart exposed...
Leaving me empty.
Sometimes I wonder...
Arielle Jan 2019
I walk into the room.
The music fades.
My breath fills in the silence.
No noise cuts through the haze.
Our eyes catch across the ballroom.
One touch is all it takes.
My heart cautions to be careful...
My minds already made.
Life is a dance, love is a partner, and sometimes you have to let it lead!
  Jan 2019 Arielle
emma jane
My eyelids seem
to be the strongest part of me.
When the rest of my body
falls
into the ocean
of blankets they
float open upon the white water
atop
the waves of sleep.
This is when you come back.
In this mattress I am a piece
of clay and I can still feel the deep indentations of where your fingers
wrapped themselves like Ivy around my hips.
Hips, that stuck out like white flags of surrender and
fell to the ground in a straight line.
I can still hear
you.
I am a broken record,
and your whispers are the only track that plays at this hour.
“You are fat”
“Look at how flat you are Emma, no boy will ever look at you.”
“You are ugly.”
These are the nights when I can
feel the spiderwebs your words wrapped around my ribs and
listen to the way my heart beats constricted
in its cage, your hand still clenched around it.
Can’t you see me bleeding?
Safety lies
beneath my eyelids but you pull them open
I can feel
your icy touch behind my eyes as I stare
coldly at the ceiling.
you demand to be heard.
Did you mean to put your words
in my pocket when you reached in to steal the sleep that was nestled there like crumpled dollar bills?
Do you realize that you stayed with me?
Can you take your stolen midnight hours back and place them on your pillowcase?
Will your eyelids close?
Or can you still hear my cries of protest as your soundtrack plays into the night?
I don't understand?
Did you think it wouldn't hurt me?
Or did you want to live forever,so you put your
fingerprints where you knew they wouldn't fade.
This is almost the completed version of a poem I am submitting to a contest. Please please please leave feedback and suggestions. I really want this to go somewhere. I believe it is a message that people need to hear.
Arielle Jan 2019
How do you make yourself fall out of love?
Do you tell yourself you're just not enough?
How do you forget the feel of his arms around you?
The secrets you kept that only he knew...
How do you stop feeling the brush of his lips;
the lingering feel of the way he kissed?
The rush that he gave you... Oh the butterflies!
Was it all for nothing, just pain... lies?
How do you stop the pain; the tears in your eyes?
when in your mind echoes the repeating goodbye...
How do you make yourself forget his touch
when you allowed yourself to feel sooo much...
Falling in love is easy... But what happens after you fall?
What if you fall and there's no one there to catch you?
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