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 Mar 2018 Janna Smith
Violet
Us
 Mar 2018 Janna Smith
Violet
Us
"We'll figure it out."
"Please keep smiling; I like it that I make you happy."
The words that make flowers bloom, wounds heal, and passions on fire.
It feels surreal.
When I asked you for your forgiveness I wasn’t looking for insults
I was looking for you
For your starry eyes once more
Your light breath sneaking into my nose
and your kisses gently brushing upon me

Instead I received your unforgiving words
Your non filtered looks
Pure darkness
And nothing but cruelty

This is where we’re meant to be
And where we’re meant to stay
At last
Peace.
I am breaking your
heart in two. At the same time
I break mine as well.
Sometimes you have to do what is best for your well-being even if it feels like it's destroying you. I just wish he could understand how much it hurts, he thinks that it was no big deal for me to lose him but it is the hardest thing I have ever gone through in my life. I'm sorry I had to hurt you, but it hurt me more.
"Your arms feel like home." I said.
"Yours are heaven." He replied.
Me and my boyfriend will say things to eachother that are so beautiful i turn it into poetry sometines. This is one such example. He takes my breath away.
These moments we share together
The memories I hold so dear
Will never fade, instead remain
Vivid and strong year after year
This is a text I sent my boyfriend, I like to send him short love poems when we are not around another. A testament to our one of a kind love.
If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.
This is the first poem (that I have a copy of) i wrote that I actually thought was good. I was in seventh grade, twelve years old, and I wrote it for a newspaper competition. I knew it was really great but I didn't think I would beat all other applicants in the state in my age group. So you can imagine my surprise I'm sure when I DID win! That is the first time I was proud of my writing. So this one has a lot of special sentimental value. Thanks for reading.
 Feb 2018 Janna Smith
Liberty J
Her words shot me like bullets, but the adrenaline forced me ignore it. Her eyes like daggers, her hands shaking violently, as she mercilessly watched me bleed out. The screaming bullets paralyzed me, and I stood for an eternity, watching her eyes fill with tears. Then there a was silence.
Was the war over?
Or had it only just begun?
What was her next move?
Should I stay?
Or should I tuck my tail and run?
She quietly pointed to the door, offering me a retreat. I stared blankly, my weapons empty on ammo. The only thing I had left were bandages, and an open wound.
She slid down, and screamed for a medic. I sat beside her. I patiently handed her a peace treaty, that boldly stated:
“Divorce”.
She signed it quietly.
I signed it quietly.
And the war for love, was done.
And now I notice that no matter peacetime or wartime, the battle scars will ache. The memories will creep up your spine and attack. Yet, no matter what, we are all mindless soldiers in a silly fight for love.
 Feb 2018 Janna Smith
Rose
They say that love is between a man and a woman.
That the racing hearts and soft whispers are to be between that of a man and a woman.
Yet when I look at her, my heart races and my mind fogs.
They say it is wrong to love that of the same ***.
That the soft touches and moans of pleasure should be shared between a woman and a man.
But when her mouth meets mine and my hands find her hair, I can't help but think that they are the ones that are wrong, not this.
Because this,
Her mouth on mine,
Our bodies flush against each other,
The look in her eyes,
Is love.
The soft whispered words and racing hearts is now something that both she and I share.
And when her body slots perfectly with mine
And her eyes show that there is nowhere else she would rather be,
I know that this is love.
The way my breath hitches
And my heart races
And her soft gaze is all I can seem to focus on,
I know that this is love.
And if this is what love is,
If this is what it really feels like,
It will never be wrong.
This is love.
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