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Adelene Clifford Jun 2018
your eyes were mesmerizing,
as i drown myself deeply into your gaze,
i was afraid that i would fall deeply,
so deeply that it would mess up my life.
  Jun 2018 Adelene Clifford
Naomi
You told me you still loved me
Loved me so much you couldn't handle it,
Yet you make love to other girls in the night
As I sleep alone.
Because I can't even look at another man the same way
That I look at you.
And you tell me that that's not fair?
I will be the one to say what's not fair.
And I say that while you tangle limbs with someone else,
I search for love in someone else too.
But come to find out
I can't have any love without you.
  Jun 2018 Adelene Clifford
Poetroyalee
Silhouettes stood dark and tall,
I should have shut up once and for all.

My mouth was sealed,
no words were said.
When spoken, they were
empty words that went unheard.

Age divided us.
For this, I was mocked.
My tongue was sharp
so, I was flogged.

I saw you live your dream
all the time.
I saw the importance,
but what about mine?

I saw people,
I saw joy,
I saw children play with toys.

I wished for space,
far from there.
I wished for miles
as far as light years.

But I still asked myself,
"Why was I there?"
  Jun 2018 Adelene Clifford
tc
of one thing
i am sure
and that is
that i am
unsure of
myself
and it’s funny
how i can’t
sleep but my
chest closes its
eyes and hums
with a heartbeat
that is unsure of
itself, too.
i try to morph
into a body
i don’t feel
belongs to me
just so i can
fit somewhere
fit in somewhere
and i tell so
many stories
about the
universe, it
forever feels
like i am trying
to remain lost.
i am unsure
of myself;
connecting the
moles on my
skin as if they
will spell out
something bigger
so i can feel
like i matter,
at least for
a little while.
i sleep beside
myself, stare at
a reflection
so unfamiliar
i couldn’t even
identify it in
a crowd of
strangers, but
i am trying.
and one day
i’m sure i’ll
be sure
of myself but
until then,
i’ll morph into
someone i can
be proud of
and hope that
the universe
sends me back
to myself.
Adelene Clifford Jun 2018
Your existence is poetic,
It is because whenever the thoughts of you linger,
Your figure, your scent, your voice,
I can't help myself but to blurt out the most possible poetic words,
To describe how much you are dear to me,
How your existence is exquisite in every way,
How much loving you can cause destruction,
How selfless can i be in loving you,
Darling, you know it.

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