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 May 2016 Lex
Caitlin
How odd a feeling,
unrequited love;
it’s a lot like a switch in some respects.
Some days- it’s all butterflies and sunshine,
other days a hurricane of sadness because I’ll never have you.
But lately, the switch has been stuck in the middle,
as I don’t feel giddy and high off love, nor do I feel sad.
I think I’m finally getting to the point where,
if you were to come back, I could love you again,
but your absence does not haunt me anymore
 May 2016 Lex
m i a
[ art boy ]
 May 2016 Lex
m i a
poor art boy,
his mind was a gallery,
full of art,
until the factory
of society,
came along polluting it,
with reality,
and tearing it apart.
poor art boy,
poor
art
boy
.
i've become attached to art lately, and came up with this. in which in artist is pulled away from his // her artistic voice, or side.
your touch
lingers on my skin
leaving a trail of scorching ice
and it feels warm
and as you gently run your fingers along my back
i swear it felt like
magic
last night
we got high in your bedroom
and my skin was tingling
and your lips were fire
and your touch like feathers
gently tickling my skin

you asked me
about us
and i was too afraid to answer
because of the wild thoughts in my head
and i know you took my silence
the wrong way
but honestly,
you mean more to me than i thought you would at this point.

i realised that my feelings for you
have done nothing but grow
escalate
and being with you
feels exhilarating
and my high
felt like a dream
and then i
realised
my
dream
was
reality

my reality is you.
 May 2016 Lex
Sequestered
I've always thought
Love eventually ends up,
Ripping hearts apart
And shredding souls to pieces;
But wrong I was...
You picked up my tatters,
Stitch every bit back
Into a colorful rainbow
And made me an evidence of love.
Inspired by my conviction.
Dedicated to Fifi Juddbryll

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