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Mar 2013 · 362
Only you
Ever since we started talking more,
I have changed.
I cannot think clearly,
I cannot pay attention in class.
I cannot sleep at night.
Food no longer interests me.
My thoughts drift to you.
My heart flutters in my rib cage
At the mention of you.
My pulse quickens whenever
I see you.
Oh my funny friend,
Only you can have this wicked affect on me.
A minute away from you
Is a hellish eternity.
Oh what oh have you done to me?
Mar 2013 · 839
Never Changing Town
This town never changes.
Same old, same old.
Same places to go, same things to do.
People here laugh and joke,
While their misery hides in a closet.
No one is truly happy,
Or truly sad.
Pretend, pretend, pretend.
In this town
We are the world's greatest fakers.
This never ending stupid drama
Of this small town.
Where we all know your secrets,
Where you know my secrets.
Nothing stays hidden long in this town,
Not even your misery.
Mar 2013 · 326
This Act is Over
I smile
So people believe I'm happy.
Don't look at my mouth,
Look into my eyes.
They don't look happy
Do they?
I hide behind this wonderful mask
Of happiness.
"Oh, she is always so happy."
No I am not.
I'm dying inside.
I'm angry. I'm sad. I'm tearing myself apart.
No one can see it and no one cares.
So bottle it up and tuck it into
A far, far corner of my mind.
Maybe one day I can finally say,
"This act is over. Someone save me from myself."
Feb 2013 · 903
Empty
This terrible emptiness
Fills me.
Empty like the bottom drawer of a dresser.
Empty like a abandon house
Full of ghosts and
Long ago memories.
Empty like how I feel without you.
Yet in that emptiness
There is a certain sadness.
A heart wrenching sorrow.
Sadness like when your favorite character
Dies in a movie.
Sad like when you pass a cemetery,
Seeing all of those lonely gravestones.
This is how I am without you
Broken and empty.
Feb 2013 · 1.7k
Piano
He sat beside me
On a park bench
In the summer.
The sun shined down on us.
Inhaling the fresh  grass cut smell
I fell in love.
His fingers lightly tapped his knee,
Playing a song on the piano
That only he could hear.
He moved down the keys and
Played the keys on my knee.
I finally heard his song
And it was beautiful.
The notes swirled around us
And enveloped us.
Everyday he played our wonderful beautiful song
On that bench.
His fingers were like a ghost on my knee
Almost as if he was afraid to break the keys.
Autumn came and the song changed.
It went from soaring and joyful
To crashing and sorrowful.
He left.
Day after day I went to our bench
Waiting for him to appear.
With his ice blue eyes that pierced me.
His black hair getting in his eyes
And that breathtakingly beautiful smile
That he smiled when he was truly happy.
His scent. That intoxicating,
Heady blend of coffee
And cigarettes.
His paint spattered shoes and jeans
Will never be next to me again.
Our song is forever in my heart
And the boy who I knew for a summer
Will always be with me
In my wonderful memories
Of piano filled days.
Feb 2013 · 261
Memories
They float around my head
Keeping me from going to bed.
Images
Of course they are all about you
My dear why can't you leave me?
In my thoughts,
In my dreams,
Even in the songs I listen to.
It seems like you are everywhere
Yet you are so, so far away.
Please leave me my dear
And remove all traces of you
From my breaking heart.
Feb 2013 · 434
Night
Inky blackness everywhere
Broken by moonlight and starlight.
The moon cast a light on everything,
Making shadows longer and distorted.
The wind sounds ghostly
As it blows through the trees.
People are sound asleep
Inside their safe little houses.
Animals come out,
It is their domain for now.
By the times the sun chases away the moon
The animals retreat to their own secret places.
Feb 2013 · 433
Just a Silly Poem
The clock ticks loudly
My mind is cloudy.
The class stares at me
I wish I was free.
I open my mouth
But flop like a trout.
My face is on fire
I wish I was run over by a tire.
My hands are sweaty,
No I'm not ready.
As I finish my presentation
I wait for my conviction.
They clap,
I am not longer trapped.
I hurry to my seat,
I feel weak.
Never again
Will I give a presentation.
Feb 2013 · 461
Scars
Tiny, white lines cover her arms.
They crisscross and some of them are at angles,
Some have faded and some are new.
They are all beautiful
To me at least.
It's her constant reminder of everything she has been through
And a reminder of how strong she is.
I trace the scars with my fingertips
She shutters gently and looks away.
I'm so proud of you,
You never, ever gave up hope that tomorrow will be better.
She smiles faintly and kisses her scars.
Her beautiful, white scars that reminds her
That things will get better.
Feb 2013 · 507
I Don't Miss You
I don't miss you at all
I don't miss your laugh
How it rumbles out of you like the sound of thunder  in the distance
I don't miss your eyes
Dark like the sky just before  rain comes pouring down.
I don't miss  your smile
So similar to a break in the clouds when the sun shines.
I don't miss our conversions
The long hours spent telling each other
Every detail and spilling our hearts into each other.
I don't miss how you always made me happy
Just like a child getting the gift they wanted for months on Christmas morning.
I don't miss how my heart fluttered when I talked to you,
Just as rapid as hummingbirds wings.
I certainly don't miss your favorite songs
That eventually became my favorite songs.
I don't miss you at all
Yet I know if you said one word to me
I would fall apart and finally realize
That I do miss you.
I miss your smile, your laugh, your eyes, and every single little detail about you.
With every single fiber of my being , I truly miss you but
I would never admit it.
Feb 2013 · 403
The truth of life
The truth is oh so ugly
Yet the lie is always beautiful.
The lie sets us free
Truth holds us back.
Truth seems to be what is wrong with the world
But the lie is what is right with the world.
When we discover the beautiful lie has turned ugly
We turn from it but merely glance at the ugly truth.
Protect yourself from the truth
But let the lie in
And believe the beauty of it.

— The End —