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"Do I have to," he inquired.
My answer is simple.
No.
I will never force anyone to feel required to be apart of my life.
I want someone who craves my company as I crave theirs.
I want effort.
I want to be wanted.
You miss the way he treated you.
Not the way he treats you.
candles light up her room
it smells like herbs
and flowers

fall is her favorite season
she enjoys the rain
while dancing trough the woods
barefooted

she's one with nature and the sun
but in love with the moon
everyone's terrified of her
 Mar 2020 Ivy Davenport
Paulina
you haunt me
you’re a ghost
of the past I left behind
I see you in different places
I get a chill when you’re nearby
please
just die
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Look at me pretending I don’t like you
I LIKE TO SAY YOUR NAME

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound
only

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
 Mar 2020 Ivy Davenport
Paulina
You said
in another time
or place
or life
we would be together
but in this time
in this place
in this life
you met her
he said
when you are crying
          i will dry your tears.
when you feel like self-destructing
          i will sing softly to you for as long as you need.
when you are broken
          i will lie with you, and we can do beautiful nothing together.
when you are wordless
          i will understand.
when you can't move
          i will be there for you.
when the past is choking you
          i will gather you into my arms.

i will love you through everything.
every brokenness
          every fear
                    and every "what if."

it will be you and me,
me and you,
no matter what.
When we're in love,
we dream
and daydream
smile
and giggle
to ourselves.

When we're in heartbreak,
we write
some things
we wish we
could've told them.
And that,
my friends,
is poetry.

Poetry is the language of pain.
 Mar 2020 Ivy Davenport
tree
don't
 Mar 2020 Ivy Davenport
tree
let me forgive you
so you can hurt me again
after all those apologies you still didn't care
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