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it's not fair of you
to do that thing you do

not all stories have happy endings
the grass isn't always greener
every Good Samaritan has alterior motive
the pill was cut with sugar
you might not wake up when you're put under
your car will break down
you won't have enough money
he's in jail for life
and that thing you caught is terminal

and when you
caress my face that way
it transcends space and time
and every other fickle thing
is far from mind, so far away

but it'll never add up

the gestures
the misplaced affections

I wanna be by your side

but

I also want you as far away from me as possible
Dear Mom and Dad,
We couldn't stop this,
This moment from coming.

I'm sorry for not being perfect,
I was annoying and rebellious.
You never panicked,
No matter how often I was ridiculous.

You put up with it,
Because you knew my clock was ticking.
The hourglass was almost up,
I was trying to experience
Every normal, wild, teenage struggle

If I've learnt anything,
It's that crying is good
So please
don't,
don't hold back.
Let those tears stream,
Cry a waterfall,
Make sure to move on.

Dear Luca,
You were the best thing
That ever happened to me.


You taught me to be myself
But most of all, to be free.
You taught me to never be afraid,
Or let my presence fade.

I vow,
I will forever be
In the splish-splash of the
Lapping waves against the rocks.

I will forever be
In the flowers outside my house,
The grassy green of the garden,
Dancing in the breeze.

Dear Sammy,
My sweet Sammy.

You're too young to experience loss,
But it will only make you stronger,
Life will always be chaos,
Don't ever let your spirit falter.

You're my sister,
That'll never change.
No matter how much this life gets tougher,
Nor how strange.

Don't be sad because I'm gone.
Be happy because I was here.

Dear Death,
You don't scare me.

I have done all I can,
To understand this life.

I have come to the conclusion
That this life is about
Being kind and being adventurous.

It's about being fearless
And being true to yourself.

And so here I stand before you,
In all my mortality.
I know now what is true,
I was never truly free.

Time is a fleeting idea,
A lie that we have control.
We will all leave this world one day,
I just pray that we won't have wasted our time.

So take me with you and let me be,
Bring me to the otherside, I want to see.
She's everything to me.
She's my light in the dark, my shelter from the rain, my warmth from everything that's cold in this world.
We fight.
A lot.
But through the frustration and the anger and sadness.. All I am ever thinking about is how much I love her.
How much she means to me.
All the moments that I've had with her;
hearing her heartbeat for the first time;
holding her while she cried, while she held my scars in her lovely hands;
watching her rest and seeing her smile so beautifully while she slept..
That makes it all worth it.
Everyday I see her,
Everyday I get to hug her for that one moment,
makes it all worth it.
There is so much I need to say to her.
So much that I wish I could explain so she could see what she is to me.
I can't ever lose her.
She must never go from me or leave me.
I couldn't handle life.
She is my life.
She is everything good and beautiful and  heavenly in this world.
She's my world, my everything.
And I will never leave her side.
I thank God everyday for her and ask that He keeps her happy and safe.
I hope she loves me forever.
Because I love every part of her.
My best friend.
Her.
M.

I love her forever..                         .
An old letter that slipped through my jewelry box. It's funny how things change over the years. I love my best friend with my whole heart, I've just learned about myself and my boundaries and limits. I am still as thankful as ever. Just for different reasons now.
Better grab some while you can.
Remember when you said "no, you ain't my man?"
Years from now you'll be alone,
and I'll be writing novels, my talent full grown.
A single tear from your eye will fall,
but don't even bother wasting time making a call.
You made a decision, now you gotta live by it,
and they'll be paying me to speak, tv and ****.
Someday, your boyfriend will by a book,
he'll read you one line from it and you'll know its me without even a look.
You have a man, he's on your arm,
when you see my name on the shelves, I'll be long gone.
You'll realize what you had,
but you threw it all away, you must've been mad.
Someday, you'll see that it's all true,
no need to debate, I'm the best at what I do.

You might be thinking "****, this boy's arrogant"
but you gotta fake it 'till you make it and then a little more.
But for now, I'll sell my **** to buy drugs
and when I'm all out of **** I'll start stealing
and when I've stolen everything, I'll start earn it.
And when I've earned the highest accolades
I'll just smile
because I told you so,
and you told him he was the one.

Someday you'll cry because there won't be a sunrise,
and you'll realize the mistake you've made.
I may be a loser ****** right now,
but the next bump will be last
just like the one I blew five minutes ago
just like the first time I ever tried it a high school bathroom
just like every bump in between.
The mere idea of your person
is a tonic, potent enough to intoxicate.
And intoxicated I will be
as long as your words
roll of your lips
and ring in my ears.
It's hard to say
but it's easy to feel:
all I want is you
and all I need is a chance.

A connection made is a chance for it to fail,
and some thing never loving is better
than taking the chance of losing love.
I could not disagree with these people more.
Perhaps they have never met someone like you
and perhaps they will never.
Perhaps they have never been drunk
off lust
or perhaps they refuse to alter their
state of consciousness enough
to allow lust to manifest itself
into a physical ache.
More than mental yearning,
I can feel it in my gut;
pulsing and pounding,
feeling its way to every corner of my body.

Perhaps the brandy is actually what's intoxicating me;
for every glass I drink
the pulsing becomes quicker,
the pounding becomes harder
and the feeling reaches parts of my body
I didn't know could feel.
 Dec 2013 Angela Campbell
Allison
You look really happy with her.
And I'm happy that you found what you were looking for.
I'm sorry it wasn't me.
I'm sorry.
I'm given up.
"Your the one that I love so I'm saying goodbye."
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