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Bianca May 2013
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I’m afraid to lay a hand on him
or leave any mark on his delicate skin;
because I know how much I could hurt
and he’s too precious to include
from all the lovers I had lost.

How I wish you could see well
the picture I’ve been trying to paint;
No. I could not play my fate with him-
I can’t afford to hurt his innocent eyes.

We speak the same language
and sing the same songs
and write the same poems
about love and how love could hurt.

I could just do it allover again
Do everything wrong and then hide;
And forget and start at once
But, no, not this time, not to him.

I told him once,
“I’m the worst person to fall in love with.”
And he asked me why.

It’s as simple as translating constellations
and solving an endless riddle;
Nothing’s ever clear when it comes to
loving and being loved by me.
Bianca Apr 2013
I am too much
to be bottled
or pinned;

I am too little
to be kept
safe and unseen.
Bianca Apr 2013
I love you
I love your inconsistency,
I love how you ruin my day
and make it up to me
when the moon starts to show.

I love you, I love you, all of you;
All of what's left, and all of what
you could become in the future;
all the scars on your skin
making you lovelier than ever.

I love how you bleed and
how you could hold onto the thorns
that consumed me; I love your innocence
and your childish needs.

I love your mistakes and
our constant arguments,
I love you, I love you being there.
I love how you see me
when I'm at my prettiest;
and when all my troubles build
like walls around my chest;

and you'd sit, you'd stay,
you'd watch, you'd know,
what makes me tick,
what makes me grow,
what makes me run,
what makes me want you more;
I love you, from the surface
down to the core;
I love you,
with all my aching soul.
Bianca Apr 2013
It was that easy, really-
he loves me with all his
crooked, fragile heart-
But it was something,
Something I could not
bear with my dying soul-
still aching, still lost.

But still, lead him on, lead him on,
He is a friend, and in the end,
no one wants to be alone;

He loves me, for who I'm not,
And it's okay; he is a friend,
and I can't let him go.
Bianca Apr 2013
I woke up a little late just to find out that
the animal was gone;
he left the sheets tussled
along with the smell of cigarettes
still stained in my mouth.

But we made love the other night;
He made the stars look bigger
and brighter than ever;
how could he just leave me
With no hint of forever?

But I loved him; I loved him, I loved him;
I loved him to his core; I loved his heavy breathing;
I loved him even more than the flowers love the rain-
For accepting every ounce of pain-
I loved him just enough to let him go.
Bianca Apr 2013
Remembering once became my only friend;
But memories got cruel because now,
you're a part of them.

You wore your grey shirt
along with the poems I wrote for you;
You wore your pleasant smile
disguising blatant thoughts behind you.

You sat beside me, saying,
"I can no longer be your lover"
because love only fades,
as far as I could remember.

And I lay here crying,
thinking of the words I could have said;
to make it all sound better-
But to a memory, you quickly faded.
Bianca Apr 2013
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Your loving words-
they poison my veins
until they consume me
and leave me untamed

Your voice-
it sends shivers
down my spine
and leaves me hanging
down the line

You may not know me
for we’re worlds apart
but you changed the beating
of my heart
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