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 Feb 2015 Rebecca Leven-Hill
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Burns
 Feb 2015 Rebecca Leven-Hill
B
This boy asked me
why I flinch
every time he tries
touching me
and I told him that
he doesn't understand
the pain of
being licked by
your flames
and the burns
you left behind*



B.S.
The first thing you notice is I'm different and you wonder what it is i want out of life. You might see my scars and softly whisper "did you use a knife?" and I'd quickly turn away, in fear of humiliation. And you'd understand because words are not always needed for communication. And you'd try to give me a fancy speech on how it wouldn't help asking me what the motive was, sharply I'd reply "and if it does?!" And I'd turn away once again and offer my apologies, you'd ask me what's my sign, and I'd ask what sadness had to with astrology. Then I'd peak up and quietly mumble "Leo" and you'd say "ahh a warrior, a king, a hero", and that's when you saw the sorrow in my eyes,  "but Kings shouldn't cry" and I'd shout "well humans shouldn't lie!" And in that very moment you will know that I'm hurt, I'm damaged, just broken. You'd see that even when the words haven't been spoken. You might wonder how I got such a chaotic brain. I'd tell you blame it on the chemicals rushing through my veins  And if while we're in deep conversation and you ask me what's the strongest drug I've ever tasted, I'll look deep into your eyes and I'd tell you her name. and you'd probably look at me in confusion and think that I'm insane. And sadly, you're probably right, because love does that to a person. But see, read closely, and you'll find, love is not the most addicting drug, no the strongest drug is the human mind. And the tears will start to fall as i mumble her name again. You'd quickly grab my hand and question if she was a friend. Breaking down, I'd try to explain the emotions that i felt. " an unbearable pain, i helplessly watch as my heart slowly melts" it's like a bittersweet euphoric pain, and i die a little more each time i say her name. And even without rain, my days are always long and cold, because it wasn't just my heart and sanity, she also stole my soul.
Can you see me, Moon?
or am I too far?
are the stars too bright
to see me tonight?

Maybe if I get higher
or burn some fire?
Maybe if I sing a tune,
you will hear me to see me, Moon?

I can see you so clearly
so perfect, so still, barely trying
I've always seen you , Moon, but you haven't seen me
I'd like to believe you do and followed me during the night.

Every late night journey
all those lonely hours in my room
Watching me, learning from me, devouring me
If I can see you, you can see me

You orbit my everyday life
but I must admit
it feels the other way around
it is I who orbits you, I surround you.

I can see a face but no eyes
blind to my devotion, my worship
luminous clock that semi-brightens the night
unearthly high, up on a pedestal

Moonlight flood my room
My love above hovers over me
Floating in this half light
Gloating at my sad plight

But even with this said
I can not help but still ask;
"Can you see me, Moon?"
Knowing you won't anwser me soon.

Never see me forever
He fell in love,
With the idea of her.
But he realized too late
that ideas aren't people
and they never do
what you expect.
People aren't things to dream about.
People are imperfect beings
And they don't fit into
Your misunderstood notions.
Foolish ideas, foolish emotions,
Now he's her fool,
Juggling his own life
For her entertainment.
I can feel you inside of my chest
Nestled between my lungs
I can taste you in my mouth
You're on the tip of my tongue

You are curled up inside my skull
Constantly on my mind
I can feel you in the palms of my hands
And creeping down my spine

I've injected you like ******
And I can feel you racing through my veins
This momentary rush of pleasure
Would be worth a lifetime of pain
From my extensive experience with ****** (not)
I keep cutting windows into my cardboard walls
Square-shaped snapshots of sunshine
They remind me that there is a world outside
Of my dark and dusty paper cage

I don't bother with panes of glass
(I do not want to see my cold reflection)
But instead I leave the gaping holes wide open
And try to remember the taste of fresh air
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