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It is such a dreadful
blessing
and a wonderful
curse
to be one of the
hopeless romantics.
 Dec 2017 Olivia Ventura
larissa
I'm afraid to kiss you
to lock our lips
and taste you.
I'm afraid that I will love you
and then you will leave
like most men do.
I'm afraid it won't be enough
to make you stay
and that desire you've always had
will finally go away.
I'm afraid of the damage
you will do to me
before I finally
let you go.
Overhead the stars align
and dance in eyes that brightly shine,
anxious waiting parted lips
and eager aching fingertips.

Desperate waves eroding land
between the places where we stand,
shallow breaths that mirror tides
begin to swell and well inside.

Winds echo lost fairy tales,
a gentle breeze becomes a gale,
the final leaf clings to the tree
while our hearts long to be set free,

and every wall we've built around
will finally all come crashing down
as you and I are swept away
by a kiss that strikes the break of day.
I made a sharp blade dull for him
I tried to continue doing what I was told for him
Until the sharp blade turned dull
And then that sharp blade turned red
he stopped playing video games and turned his head
his next request write words on my leg
then the sharp blade turned dull and he left
he wasn't there to clean up the blood
he wasn't there to bandage the wound
he wasn't there to pick me up off the cold ground
he wasn't there when I did it again.
Take another sip
see what happens
to your family, your friends
Because while you drown in *****,
they are drowning in sorrow
and when you remove your lips from that bottle
you do not find
peace, tranquility, happiness
instead you find
regret, anger, and sadness
So tell me why
Why are we addicted to the things that will **** us and pain the outside world

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