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  Jun 2015 The Broken Poet
Nicole Dawn
You must be perfect
Never mess up

Be beautiful
Never average

Be smart
But not too smart

Be silly
But not ridiculous

No you're too fat
Too tall
Your hair is too frizzy
And what's with the bangs?

What are you thinking?
You look like a nerd
You want to look smart
But not that smart

Idiot
You're far too quiet
Be louder
But not so loud you're annoying
You'll never fit in

Just be perfect
Don't make any mistakes
Oh wait
It's too late for that

You stupid human
You're too human
You're supposed to be perfect
It's what everyone expects
But you're failing miserably
  Jun 2015 The Broken Poet
Nicole Dawn
Dear old best friend,

I am fine without you
Things are going well
I'm fine
Really I am
I don't need you

Sincerely,
Nicole

P.S. Everything above was totally a lie

P.S. I'm so not fine

P.S. I miss you

P.S. I need you

P.S. This pain is killing me

P.S. I loved you

P.S. When I said goodbye I meant it

P.S. Tell the world I'm sorry

P.S. I'm leaving now

P.S. Please stop me if you care
No I'm not committing suicide
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
I reach out and take your hand
I feel like I'm holding the world
We interlock our hands together
We sway back and forth to the music
Our hands have become one
Our hands have molded to fit each other
I lose all feeling of your hand
It has disappeared into mine
I give it a squeeze to make sure it's there
With the interlocking of our hands
Sometimes your hand starts to disappear into mine
It's like that last missing puzzle piece
It fits perfectly that you forget it's there
I love the powerful sensation of interlocking of hands.
  Jun 2015 The Broken Poet
Nicole
"I want to be a poet. That's the only thing I really want.
I want to find my own way of writing, my own style.
I know I haven't yet, but I am striving to do so.
How should I put it? It's very hard to explain.

I want to write in a way that they writing is me- is myself.  I want to write so that what I write and the way I write is me, because of the choice of words and the arrangement of the words, the way I combine them, group them together, orchestrate them. For me words are music as well as- as much as- they are meanings.
Writing is different from talk."

-Cordelia
This is All
Aidan Chambers
Page 76
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
I look at the horizon
The sun kisses the sea
The sky blushes pink at their love
The clouds hug the sky
I feel the sand tinkling my feet
The water cleansing my knee
The wind whispering about love in my ears
I close my eyes and picture your arms wrapped around me
Your lips just inches from mine
Your heart just a beat away from mine
We got married in the summer of '09
Right before you got deployed
I said my vows knowing that you could die
I didn't know it would be this soon
I imagine your soft lips grazing my neck
Your stuble leaving marks on my cheek
I imagine you whispering 'I love you' against my lips
As the sea crashes the shore
I picture us saying our 'I do's'
I will never forget your big 'ole heart
Your bravery of risking it all for your country
You are forever in my heart
With these ashes that I carry
In this heart shaped locket you gave me
If I were to know that this is how it would've ended
I still would've given you a chance.
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