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1.1k · Jun 2014
Detachment
Error Jun 2014
You probed at my brain
You've found your way
Controlling me
Until you realized you lost me
I've gotten away
I've become unfamiliar
& perhaps that intrigues you
Or maybe that's why
Your wires have easily fallen out,
Wishing you knew how I was
So easily detached
Or even if I ever was.
719 · Jul 2014
Explain
Error Jul 2014
Try explaining time in a room without a clock. Try explaining it to a person who has never heard birds chirp and has never seen the sun rise or set.

Try explaining distance in a room without walls. Try explaining it to a person who has never used a ruler, to someone who lacks depth perception.

Try explaining color in a concrete room with just a black board. Try explaining it to the blind, to a new born baby that has yet to open it's eyes.

Try explaining home without saying a house. Try explaining it to a person who has moved their whole life to someone who has no idea where they will sleep at night.

Try explaining love in an orphanage. Try explaining it to a person who was raised by a nanny, to someone who has never been kissed has never held the hand of anyone.

Try explaining all these things. Recognize how all the things we knew all our lives are sometimes the things we never will understand.

We won't understand until,
It was to late,
It wasn't close enough,
It wasn't the right shade,
It was nothing more than a building,
And love only exist when someone gives it meaning.
640 · Jun 2014
Your absence
Error Jun 2014
Giving my legs,
I trust you to carry me,

Pulling out my heart,
Written with my blood
I wrote out my love for you

Full minded
I still managed
To carve out,
New crevices
for you to explore

My biggest mistake was my lungs
I can't breathe
Now you're gone.
453 · Jun 2014
Smile
Error Jun 2014
I am crumpled on the kitchen floor.
Standing above me
Your vindictive
Smile
I feel burning
& trudging
Through my back
What did I do
To deserve
To feel this helpless.
376 · Jun 2014
Endings
Error Jun 2014
With suspicions growing,
She was the poet,
Who dreamt of being the poem.

Though finding,
Everytime she read
Fear creeped in.  

She wanted to start like a poem,
But feared of ending like one.

— The End —