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Movin' too
fast.
Tryin' too
hard.
It's safe to say
that I already let down
my guard.  

Wonderin' in
I seem desperate.
Worryin' if
he's taken.
Wondering
when he will
awaken.

Give him some
space, right?
Don't constantly
message him, right?
I'm trying, but its
so
hard.

I wish I could be
his and he,
mine.
How can you cut?
When you're so perfect?

How can you burn yourself?
When your skin is clear and beautiful?

How can you drink?
When you were given a life to live?

How can you hurt?
When I love you so much?

Does my love mean
nothing to you?

Rejecting my love,
is what hurts me
the most.
I want to write a poem,
But there's not much to write about
It's four in the morning,
My eyes droop heavily as I type,
I'm exhausted, and worn out
But that's on my own account,
stay up all night, sleep all day,
A teenagers sleep cycle,
I always fight to stay awake,
But it's a battle I rarely win
I'd ask you if you're
okay
but I do not want to be
more of a bother
I'll leave you be and
maybe you'll see how terribly
sorry I am

Hurting you is never
an intention I
would make
I told you the
truth when I said
I loved you,
I did
I did
I did

I promised id always
stay true
and darling,
so did you

I use to get lost
in thoughts of
you
but the thoughts of
you have faded
and now im getting
lost I'm someone
else's eyes

You are no longer
my own true
one
and that is why I
must go
we are not friends
nor foes
just ex-lovers

I gave all I could
but it still
was not enough
and I was no longer
happy
with myself and
who I became being
with you my
dear

But darling,
I have high hopes
for you
and there will be another
who could love
you
more than I ever
could

Goodbye,
always and forever
This is a poem, about a character I know,
Moving so silently, as if air were her toes
An orange flash in the corner of my eye,
Hear the bash of something falling,
In the middle of the night

She stalks the bugs that float past my waist
Jumping through the air, killing,
Leaving nothing to be traced
A little satisfaction, before she washes her face
But before she takes her nap, there's flies to be chased

I hold this girl close to my heart,
She keeps my company, when I write my poems
Sitting on my lap, in the darkest of the dark
If you havent figured out, who this poem is about,
The honor goes out, to my feline friend
The one, who sits at my feet, and calls again
Tick, tock, goes the clock,
Racking at my ******* brain
Tick, tock, goes the clock,
Waiting for the break of day

I'm being driven to madness,
By the tick, tock, of the clock
Diving downward into sadness,
Listen tick, tock, of the clock

The buzzing of my ceiling fan,
The hum of my computer
This is the mind of the ******
Insomnia, never came sooner
 Aug 2013 Kira Harmon
AJ
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 Aug 2013 Kira Harmon
AJ
**** me.
Or I will.
 Aug 2013 Kira Harmon
AJ
I can temporarily cure your depression with my tongue.
It is a science I have been studying for several years.
Close your ears and listen with your lungs instead.
Take a deep breath.
Experience the silence of the busy street.
Whatever you do,
Do not tell me I'm not Superwomen.
It's dangerous to wake a sleep-walker.
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