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  Nov 2015 Santiago
M
“Unfortunately, you never really hate anyone as much as someone you cared about once.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

not about me.
  Nov 2015 Santiago
M
You were the first thing I learned. When I see you
I am reminded that some things I will always know
that the sky spins around and when I doubt anything is true
there you are- standing and waiting alone.
I believe in love. Don't you? I have seen in the stars
that some things will stay forever and some truths
will remain past all our broken pieces and silly scars
that some things don't need proof for us to believe them.
I believe in love, in the giving tree that always bends
down her limbs for the boy, trusting him
with not only her heart, but her leaves and branches
until the last page, the very end. She gives all she can.
I know this. I know it's true. I believe in love. Don't you?
  Nov 2015 Santiago
Aeya Jean Johnson
I know the real reason
You have forgotten
All the little things we talked about,
Insignificant dreams of mine,
Troubles I wouldn't tell another person,
Because they wouldn't listen.

But I know the reason you have forgotten...

I wasn't important to you
Until now.
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