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Arija E Aug 2013
I tried to keep it alive
I stood in front of it
Took your blows instead
I didn't let you touch my love
I kept it safe behind me

But when you took out the gun
I knew it was my love or me
And for once I choose right

You killed my love with a bullet
The bullet of a no
And you can't take back a bullet baby
No matter how much life we both try to breath back into it
My love is dead
Arija E Aug 2013
I could feel it was different
There was something on the tip of his tongue when I kissed it
Every time he pulled away it wasn't to stop like before
it was to begin something I could tell
but he was hesitant
So he tried to say what couldn't with everything else
it was like his hands were trying to push it into me
or caress it out
it was like his kisses stopped half way through
and his eyes would pick up with the question, do you understand?
Love is tangible and I could feel it coming
I could feel what I'd been waiting for all these years
But all I felt when he finally pulled back, took my face in his hands
and nestled into my ear the most perfect, "I love you"
was the years of its absence
All I felt were the times my loving hands were pushed back and told no, I'm tired
All I felt were the kisses I gave even though I could feel his eyes still on the TV behind me
Love is tangible and so is its absence
Arija E Aug 2013
Let me tell you a story,
A story about a woman.
A woman who loved her job,
Her job which paid her very little.

But she loved it.

A day came though and she got fired,
She tried to stay afloat but ended up on the streets.
She begged and begged for her job back,
And got the door shut in her face.

But she picked herself up.

She started to look for new jobs,
And let the other one go.
For that door had shut in her face,
And at first it hurt like crap.

But she moved on.

Then she got offered the job back,
The job she thought she would never have again.
The job also now was going to pay her better,
So she took it.

But she had moved on.
But she had picked herself up.
But she loved it.
Arija E Aug 2013
Then
You were the snow that I tried to shovel
You were the leaves that I tried to rake
You were the rain that I tried to collect
You were the grass that I tried to cut

But I got so tired of working so hard

Now
You are the snow that I play in
You are the leaves that I run through
You are the rain that I dance in
You are the grass that I lay in

You were not the one that needed to change
Arija E Jul 2013
Our habits help to define us
For some we choose to quit
(I used to overuse the word like)
Others we just forget about
(I used to bite my finger nails)
And the best we just enjoy
(I still crack my joints)

We also define our habits
Label this one bad
(I used to pick my scabs)
Consider this one good
(I still floss my teeth)
Ignore the many mundane ones
(I always say please and thank you)

Life told me you were a bad habit
So I tried to quit you
Then ignore you
Then forget you
But life was wrong
You're the best habit I've ever had
And you were meant to be enjoyed
Arija E Jun 2013
One day at the beach I looked up
I looked up and saw the sky
The sky was so beautiful
Beautiful enough to make me look down
Down at the people around me
Around me and around my life
My life which had lead me to the beach
The beach where I looked up
Looked up and saw the sky
Arija E May 2013
It has been said before
It will be said again
In many ways
Much more creative than this
By many people
Much more intelligent than me

Things change.
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