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 Jun 2014 Alethea
Autumn
Myself.
 Jun 2014 Alethea
Autumn
Do not feel bad for me.
Do not feel sad for me.
Do not feel mad for me.
I am completely capable of feeling for myself.
 Jun 2014 Alethea
Traveler
Flying free you start to fall
But no one gives a ****
Now you become experienced
In the art of how to land

Flying free you fall again
For love was just a lie
It takes you higher than you ever been
Then drops you from on high

Flying free once again
You begin to take control
You navigate beyond your heart
And learn to just let go
Traveler Tim
re to 03-18
 Jun 2014 Alethea
Sasha Ranganath
Don't tell me when
Your soul haunts you,
Don't tell me when
Your darkest desire comes true.

Don't tell me if
You have nightmares
Don't tell me if
Nobody cares.

Don't tell me about
The flickering lights,
Don't tell me about
Your inner fights.

Don't tell me that
You're going crazy,
Don't tell me that
Your vision is hazy.

Don't tell me to
Bring you to life,
Don't tell me to
Watch you cry.

Don't tell me
Anything,
Because I know
Everything.
 Jun 2014 Alethea
enn
suspense
 Jun 2014 Alethea
enn
i am letting you break my heart,
and i hope you are having fun
pulling on the strings,
testing to see when
they will thin
and twist
and snap.
i gave you the power to
create a new world
within me or
burn my familiar
one down
with one swift,
effortless movement.
you are ruthlessly
destructive; clawing
at the blue eyes
that envelop themselves
into your warm embrace
whenever you lay
beside me, your
narrow, long fingers
brushing themselves slowly
up my thigh
until you reach my waist.
you are scratching
at the soft ears
who ever so softly
heard no other element
but that of your beating heart
when they were pressed
so smoothly upon
your chest.
you are consciously
fumbling with the seams
of these bare, desolate
lips, the same ones
that nervously yearn
for even just a glimpse
of yours when
her bones shake,
her nature aches,
her silly grin fades
off of the same lips
that you are
threatening to
destroy; for each
time you lay your finger
against the trigger,
i am tempted to
pull it myself.
you're so toxic for me. i love you.
 Jun 2014 Alethea
paper boats
We were never meant to be.
The poetry I wrote,
**You didn't read.
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