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I've lived a thousand lives
And died a thousand deaths
Within the pages of my notebooks
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Desperate plea escapes from inside
You're on the brink and I'm a surfer
Riding those residual waves back to shore

You raise that beer glass to your lips with such expert precision .
We exchange words out loud, yet we've been speaking with our eyes this whole time.
Yours looking softly through your glasses.
Lower, lower, lower.
However unintentionally, I notice when your eyes come to rest on my exposed cleavage.
Have I done this on purpose?
Worn a low-cut shirt to watch you squirm.
As little as I know you, oh I am wildly attracted .
You've snared me with your lips, dimples, eyes.
To know what you're thinking,
As we enjoy each-others company in a room filled with the chatter of many humans.
Each with their own agendas.
How long has it been since someone ****** softly on your bottom lip during the heat of a kiss?
Am I crazy for thinking that maybe you're just as attracted to me?
I fell very vulnerable, exposed as I sit here.
My hair is up and I can't hide behind dim lit campfire.
We just watch each other, with the frustrating inability to read the others mind.
Now we are just locked in another battle with time.
Your laugh is incredibly intoxicating
It has me more buzzed than these drinks
I crave to listen to your voice for hours
Away from this crowded environment.
What could happen if we were alone?
Would you kiss me, heated, like I've been dying to kiss you?
To taste your lips, choreograph a dance with your tongue
You have the strong hands of a man who's been working on vehicles his whole life
Dirt etched deeply within the fabrication of your flesh
What are those fingers capable of?
I shiver, drawn back out of my daydream
People laugh and cheer around us
There's a football game on the surrounding TVs.
The game doesn't interest me
But I need to pay extra attention to be able to hear you over the roar of people
Drown out the sound
It's only static
Watching your lips move
You're a piece of art
Perfectly canvassed for a poetic muse
Yet you're sitting here with me
The lost art of conversation, by now we must be experts
You must be able to see right through everything I am
My good intentions like driving at hyper speed
I wear my attraction so visibly I feel it must be noticeable
You don't give away if you know, though
I'll catch you off guard underneath the stars one day
When everything else becomes obsolete
And we lose ourselves until the sun breaks across the horizon
Yes, I intended to make you squirm

It's the allure of everything unknown that we find most desirable.

I hate being a woman sometimes
Ripe with blistering emotions
Falling into impossible crushes
With men completely out of your league .

I've been sitting here,
Dwelling upon a time where I no longer live,
Where your voice has been calling out to me from the darkness.
Caution, the past reads to me,
"Proceed with Caution".
You're a stranger to me but so terribly familiar,
The epitome of unknown territory.
With the allure of a once recognizable ground,
Seductive, blue-eyed trickster that with one sharp glance had swept me off my feet.
Set ablaze,
Forever appropriate burden of timeless enchantment.
Attachment,
Insatiable hunger to quell these building thoughts,
Longing for a time in which it's impossible to return.
What shall be our fate?
My lost friend, the time traveller.

You are sweetness embodied
And I am the Devil, just begging for you to sin.

Imagining your lips trailing soft delicate kisses across my skin
Leaving little goosebumps in it's wake
My body tingling in response as you send shivers down my spine
Feeling your breath, hot on my neck as I arch my back in a primal response
Your fingers lingering in the most sensitive of places, calling out a dark sudden urge inside me.
You toy with me, cradled away from the world
For a night I am yours, lost within a sea of blankets and soft, delicious moans.
I am your marionette and tonight, you're pulling on all of my strings.
Control me, puppet master.
Your every wish is my body's command.

Oh snake master, with your deep eyes and your skillful tongue
Please uncage me and let me run my scales wildly through your hands
Hold me steadily, strongly as you tame me
Freeing me from the confines which house me
Oh snake master, your skin cool to the touch like mine
Pale white and smooth
We are different from each other, but similar
My blood runs cold while your veins pump warmly, coursing through your being
Oh snake master
Run your hands across my tiny body
Hold me firmly while you speak
Whisper softly to me as I wrap around your neck
Gripping you tightly as I become comfortable
You are not afraid
Oh snake master
Tell me your secrets
I am content here, now coiled around your arm
Your eyes glisten with hope, face handsome and young
I want to surround you, to find home within your warmth
Oh snake master
I feel your heart beating
You have me bewitched under your charm

Oh snake master
Oh snake master
Oh snake master

Maybe I'm chasing a fairy tale.
A deep rooted facade, sending blind fools head first into heartache.
Maybe I'm chasing a dream.
Just out of my grasp, slipping blissfully through my fingers as I wake up from my slumber.
Maybe, just maybe what I lust after isn't so far fetched after all and I too have become jaded.
I've seen irrevocable and wild love, brought forth by gut busting laughter.
Smiles so wide you feel your face might split open seam to seam.
Your souls dancing around one another unable to sit silently for too long.
Moments pass and it already feels like you've been apart too long, even if you've spent days with them.
I know this exists; that warmth, the desire.
An urgency.
A fire coursing through my body begging to be released.
I know this irrevocable, passionate love exists.
But I don't know if it'll ever be waiting to be received by me.

Souls
Embodied inside flesh, bone, blood
Searching
Across distances and lifetimes as they say
Awaiting the day you reconnect with that missing piece
The one who will breathe a new life into you
Electric pieces combine
Fizzing, sparking, fulfilling
Creating a whole once again
Soulmate
Seeking what you once had within
To become what you shouldn't have to live without

Life forces intertwining, strangers if not for a moment when their two worlds collide.
And somewhere lost to the years your soul recognizes one another.
Even if you don't care to admit it out loud.
Getting caught up in a sea of possibility, the unknown darkness creeping up into a new dawn.
And yet there he is beside you, for twelve hours ago you were strangers to an extent.
Meeting for the first time.
However you are still strangers now, as you lay side by side un-touching.
The words which escaped his drawn out perfect lips, ring through your head.
The scent of alcohol and cheap beer still linger in your mouth and cling to your unwashed skin.
You muster up everything in your being not to give in to the temptation laying beside you.
Because lord knows you want to.
But you already realize this is just another game of cat and mouse to him.
And no matter what, he will always be the victor.

You're a memory etched between my thighs,
You're the tender caresses athwart my shape,
You're held captive, situated permanently under my eyelids,
You're the inspiration inside my lungs,
You're wholeheartedly a piece of me,
Tethered to yours truly,
Eternally.

Outside the leaves turn yellow and I’m struggling
My mind becoming my enemy, replaying memories from a time which doesn’t exist to me any longer
Two years ago we became one, something I never imagined
We spent days and days together until you asked me to move in with you
Two years later and five months since we broke up yet it’s all I think about
Cascading liquid tears fall from tired eyes as I remember the life I never wanted to leave behind
My eyes are mourners, dressed in black visiting the gravesite of what we were, together  
Each blink is a silent goodbye to pieces I’m still not ready to leave behind
How do you stop loving someone who gave you everything and seemingly took it away just as fast?
Those moments my heart remembers despite fleeting time and energy
Fall apart, fall asleep and dream of then when leaves changing colours meant falling in love with you and building a family.
A family I still see almost every day, but it’s no longer mine.
So yes, five months after the fact I’m still coming to terms with you being gone.
Feelings I cannot control and memories hovering like an unresolved ghost.
I am haunted by what we were and the fact that you can still look me in the eyes after the way you left without a second glance.
Twenty-nine years old doesn’t make heartbreak any less significant and difficult.
Perhaps someday I’ll be able to make sense of being alone.

These thoughts for you are unrealistic
Motion sickness, trying to get my heart to fix this
Wrong time, right pleasure
Make my knees weak where you buried your treasure.

Mind to mouth, misconstrue
Topic of conversation here's looking at you
My hearts worth more than the money in my pockets
Penny for your thoughts if you could afford it.
My time is precious, you can't deny this
Heaven or hell, who knows which exists.
Mind on a billion things at the same time.
Curvature is more than a four letter word
Maybe my body has been found less desirable
But do you know anything that has been this reliable?
All of these little mind games
We play with each other each and every day
Times are a changing at least you can respect
Before you're left with nothing but regrets

I am a tree
At least, that’s how I see myself right now
My leaves have turned green and inevitably they will fall off and I will become barren, even the trees change
But we don’t want them to
I always admired my strength, though lately I am not strong
I feel the warmth of the late spring breeze on my skin
Something I waited for all winter,
But now that it’s here it feels wrong
Everyone is in a blissful stupor
Screaming none-sense at the local bar
******* and flirting with intoxication
Drowning whatever sorrow or filling whatever void with mindless stupid things
I hate them
I hate the men brawling in the streets, after a night cocking about trying to impress females
Silence can be comfortable which is why I’m drawn to winter
Spring is a hopeful time, but how come it’s never easier each time you have to pick yourself back up?
Twenty eight and I don’t know what I’m doing
Two months, coasting through this tangible blissful ******* proud for all the wrong reasons
Maybe I never had anything
The trees sway, rustling of leaves through the breeze
I can’t imagine they enjoy when they lose their leaves, either.

The notebook of my mind breathes poetry
Constant thoughts, filtering in and out with a desire to be heard.