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John Keats
John Keats
John
Please put your scarf on.
I'll pack my things in the dead of night,
hop a flight,
Tell no one and disappear.

Ghost.
Hazy memory.
A girl you used to know.
Who knows where I'll go?

I might write. Pretend I miss home.
Delight in the fact that I finally got out.
Maybe I'll visit for Christmas and see what home is all about
now that I'm gone.

And I might just change my name.
Runaway
The one who got away.
The one who wasn't stuck.

But first, my grand escape to somewhere else.

Somewhere that isn't here.
And I'll find someone who isn't you.
And live a life that isn't this.
I miss the days when no one knew
When everyone asked me, what was wrong, and I  s m i l e d, and l i e d, and d i e d, and said nothing.
When It all was a secret
When I was strong.
When I could hide everything.
The pain, the blood, the cuts.
When I wore long sleeved shirts everyday to cover up the scars, that y o u caused.
I did it for
y o u
Even though you walked away, the scars you left were here to stay.
I'm sorry that you b   r  o  k  e my heart, and tore me apart.
If I could love someone else as much as I love you I would.
Because you don't deserve my love, or anyones, you don't deserve the tears, or the blood I've spilt
trying to get you to give two *****, about me, or about anyone else expect yourself.
You don't even deserve this, This morsel of respect, and love and tenderness, and forgiveness, I won't even try anymore, I've given up, you love someone else, and I have to face the facts, you can't love me, this mess of a girl, and I can't believe I'm saying this, after every little thing , but I still *l o v e   y o u
Memories
t w i r l i n g              
w r a p p i n g
around my
            i n s a n i t y
Why did you have to leave me
Why couldn't you give this a try
Why do I still care, cause I certainly shouldn't
After all you have done
After all the tears Ive cryed
Why do I still love you, the one person in this world that continues to hurt me, starve me, abuse me, use me
Just give me a reason
A glimmer of hope
But the question lies in the answer
and my thoughts continue to lie in the word
       Why
               After
Every
Little thing we ever were    
Should I still love you.
Him
His smile is reminiscent of the sun in the middle of July
His hair the color of a Chestnut tree
His arms strong like an ox
And skin aglow like a lantern on a summer's night
But his eyes
A color indescribable with words
For they are not simply green
or emerald
or a shade of the forest
But a seeing glass into the heart of me
He's true perfection in every sense of the word
**Him
At the first rumble of the thunder
You threw me to the grass
Kissing me deeply,
You knew you did not even have to ask
At the second dribble of rain
Your strong hands ripped my shirt
Stroking me softly,
I clawed at the cold, hydrated dirt
At the third strike of bright lightning**
You smiled at my body
Thanking me sweetly,
Our bareness was anything but gaudy
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Love is universal migraine,
A bright stain on the vision
Blotting out reason.

Symptoms of true love
Are leanness, jealousy,
Laggard dawns;

Are omens and nightmares -
Listening for a knock,
Waiting for a sign:

For a touch of her fingers
In a darkened room,
For a searching look.

Take courage, lover!
Could you endure such pain
At any hand but hers?
I wish I wasn't
jealous of such
absurd things.
(c) Brooke Otto
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