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 Feb 2014 Breanna Legleiter
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It seems every single time
you walk back into my life I fall ill
under the heaviness of your stare.*

As if your irises could burn
similar circular orbs straight through my heart,
deteriorating my insides until
I can't find the means to even breathe anymore.
My mouth remains shut and
my throat is swelling closed.

Yet I am still debating on whether I should just let your stare
turn me to ashes, or use my extra ounce of effort for the latter -
to rapture a scream and finally force you out.

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His words, thick like honey,
Danced on the breeze
And sung sweet melodies
To drifting passerby.
Their timid laughs tainting the moment
With an innocent,
Yet malicious tenor.
"Just between you and me,"
You smiled as you intertwined
Your little finger with mine.
 Feb 2014 Breanna Legleiter
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I
haven't had a cup of tea since I was love sick
with the lemon drops of your scent and
the honey sweet memories of your laugh
during the brisk endeavours of autumn.

I
watched my cup fill to the rim
with steaming hot water and imagined it
burning away your residue;
I dipped the tea leaves twice,
then thrice,
as if to stain the walls an entirely different
colour than the amateur mosaic of
starry night you had painted for me before.

I
drank you up like it were my first gulp of liquid
since desert droughts had occupied my mind.
And with one last sigh after the last drop,
you were gone - no longer lingering
on the surface of my cup, nor the tips of my lips.
Thus, instantly opening my pores in relief
and brightening my eyes with contentment
because little did I know that while

you were the poison, you were somehow also the cure.

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Built a wall around my heart
Hoping it would protect what mattered most
But people are funny
Always crashing down things they shouldn't
Tearing down things they don't understand
Til you see that what lies behind that crumbled debris
Is the person I used to be

I'm falling to pieces
Nothing more than a shattered wineglass
Edges glittering around the room
We can pick up the pieces
But you can never undo what has been done

We live in a society that only wants perfection
But we're all flawed
It's only human

Love me for who I am
Not for what I can give you
Not for how I look on your arm
And maybe
Just *maybe

We'll be able to say we've found who we're supposed to be

Those walls don't have to stay up forever
So pick the pieces up off the ground
Life goes on
One step at a time, we'll make it through
i wish i could love you
gently, but the beating in my
chest is echoing like a choir
through cathedral halls
and i don't know how to think
about you quietly

(maybe, if there is a god, he
meant for our song to be
heard by heaven)
I believe that everyone should be able to
Free their mind
From time to time.
Open up themselves to new possibilities,
Quandries they didn't know existed
With this new state of mind.

I have also seen the placid beings
That some become.
Hollow like the bottles
They have emptied;
White slate faces,
Echoing their constant distance
From reality.

I believe that everyone should be able to
Free their mind
From time to time,
But I have witnessed it's wrath
And I'm not willing to let you slip
Into mediocrity.
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