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e J Apr 2018
One foot in front of the other
That’s all there is to it
Control your breathing
Don’t get too excited
No one is there to hold your hand
It’s all up to you
The ledge was starting to look thin
Your legs are getting wobbly
Fatigue is making you want to give in
Step
       Step
Step
       Step
Slip—
But you never hit the ground
Because he’s there to catch you
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e J Apr 2018
I think my biggest fear is love
I know that sounds cleshay and cheesy
But we all are afraid of something
Our fears do not come without reason
They are made from experience or stories
You see I did not used to fear my passion
I actually craved it; lived for it
But then I was broken from falling too hard
No I don’t think I fell in love
It was more like a fast jump
Thinking you know what you’re getting into
This just made it worse
The fact that you took all of that time
You took all of your effort to love this person
But now they’re gone
They made it so it was difficult to take the time on another
But still you put in the effort
Because no matter how much it scares you
No matter how much it may hurt you
You still crave that old feeling
The need to feel needed
So this time you don’t fall with arms wide open
You take the time and look where you’re jumping
Take that a deep breath, close your eyes and leap
I'm trying so hard to love you like you deserve
e J Apr 2018
My world was monochromatic
Full of one basic color scheme
But now it’s full of varying shades
More stunning than anything I’ve ever seen
He brings me a mood of many hues
Never ceasing to put put the mind to ease
Because before him I knew only shades of grey
And now I have more color than I’ll ever need
I wasn't even thinking about 50 shades while writing this I only just noticed when I titles my paper haha
e J Mar 2018
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I really dearly miss you
The throaty laughter
And crooked smile
Though it is not like
I haven't seen it in a while
For your picture sits on my desk
In a wrinkled, ripping, tangled mess
Its edges are curled and colors are fading
You unaware of the feelings it's making
In that picture on that deck of mine
We sit on a bench with hands intertwined
My head is thrown back looking at the sky
Distracted by a small butterfly
Little did I know that you just sat and stare
And that I'd soon wish we were still there
I haven't seen your face in a while
God I just really miss that smile
This is a really old one. I haven't been very inspired lately so i just threw this one up here for now
e J Mar 2018
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Doki doki
Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you
In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you
The ink flows down into a dark puddle
Just move your hand - write the way into his heart!
But in this world of infinite choices
What will it take just to find that special day?
What will it take just to find that special day?

Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today?
When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway
When I can't even read my own feelings
What good are words when a smile says it all?
And if this world won't write me an ending
What will it take just for me to have it all?

Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me?
Is it love if I take you, or is it love if I set you free?
The ink flows down into a dark puddle
How can I write love into reality?
If I can't hear the sound of your heartbeat
What do you call love in your reality?
And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you
I'll leave you be
e J Mar 2018
I
   am
         a
             statue
                       in
                           a
                              hall
                                     of
                                         mirrors
e J Mar 2018
Anxiety.
A feeling of worry,
Nervousness,
Or unease,
Typically about an imminent event
Or something with an uncertain outcome
This exact definition comes from Webster
It doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of this
Of what this feels like
It’s more like you’re stuck under water not able to take a breath
That crushing aching feeling ripping at your lungs
You get all hot and sweaty
This weird feeling builds in the back of your throat
Almost like you’re going to cry but never can
Then you get the shakes and it just gives you away
Or at least that’s how it is for me
It’s different with everyone who has it
I know this isn't really a poem but it's inspirational none the less
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