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Jun 2013 · 2.4k
Gratitude
Goodbyes are near.
As the wind chimes through that corner
Snapshots slide through my eyes,
And all I can see is you.
That you that comes in many form and colors
That you who held my hand,
You who cried my tears.
It was you who held me up
When I wrapped myself in sheets.
Those sheets of despair, denial and hopelessness,
Disappointment at myself and the circumstances.
How it all turned out.
But you were there, and you, and you, and you.
Reaching out to me in ways I never expected.
A flow of gratitude fled through me,
As I felt loved like never before.
True love.
Which is to see us, the broken ones,
Covered in mud on the floor,
Others would've chosen to shove me deeper,
You chose to rescue me.
Feb 2013 · 779
Untitled
Distractions swift us into
Lands of unimaginable self-absorption.
where faceless people
Sit,
Walk,
Talk,
Live,
Beside us
But we don't care.

We're too afraid
To care about
Serendipity,
About the odds.

Throw it(fear) down
The deepness
Of the ocean.
Where it will wash
Itself
into
Community.
Feb 2013 · 1.3k
Commit
And I was dead.
Dead asleep.
Trying to fight my demons,
In lands you only meet in dreams.
My pillow smelled of fear,
And my skin smells like you.
This perfume is the only remain
You left as evidence
of the ******
We
Both
Committed.
#february15 #2013 #poetry #anarebecacastillo

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