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Denxai Mcmillon Mar 2015
You've always asked me why I never verbalize my emotions,
well.
I don't know how,
when I try and speak the words
stumble off my tongue,
Into my teeth
off my lips
then
they fall flat of expectation
never really seem to strike a chord
or
stand out.
So I, simply, don't.
When I push the keys on my keyboard though.
That's when I speak the most fluently.
  Mar 2015 Denxai Mcmillon
Peter Simon
You're like a peacock.
Not because you look like a bird.
But because you're mysteriously beautiful.
I could stare at you forever,
And it'll still be the best thing to do.
Denxai Mcmillon Mar 2015
There's a time and place for everything
I wonder if the caffeine headache at 3 am had a reason.
I know I spoke my mind and I know that I've hurt you a scar darker than the others. I told you that I'm going out of my way to fall out of love. Did you think I'd wait forever? I've been looking for God in all the wrong places. I don't know, maybe you were some test from the fates. All I know is I've closed a door and I hope with everything I have you think I'm worth chasing.
  Mar 2015 Denxai Mcmillon
bcg poetry
Somewhere, right at this moment, a man is walking into a coffee shop. He's looking at the board above the baristas head. He can't decide what type of tea to get. This is the hardest decision that he's going to have to make today.

Somewhere, right at this moment, a man is having trouble selecting his drink order, while you're doubled over on the floor with a bottle clutched to your chest and a handful of pills begging to be swallowed, choosing whether to live or die.

-bcg (perspective can be a ***** and a life saver)
you were my rock
my stable being
my beloved
my breath in my lungs
the main reason i was still here

until one day
you left
out of the blue


and i am still here
living in my own sadness
and you still haunt
torture me even
and still seem to speak to me
like a whisper in the wind
Denxai Mcmillon Mar 2015
I am no more now than I was then.
I'm still, too, proud to cry before you
I'm still, too, kind when it comes to you
I'm still, too, scared to be without you
But my fatal flaw
That's always been that I could never prove I love you.
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