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  Sep 2016 unnamed
tamia
I’m sorry you’re the sun, moon, and stars up so high
When I’m not a single sparkle in your night sky

I’m sorry I’d drown for you in an infinity of blue
When you’d watch me as if it was a spectacle so new

I’m sorry you blossom into my life like spring
When I ache because of the bitter cold your winter brings

I’m sorry you’re a masterpiece of things so bright
Because for you, I’d give up colours and see black and white

I’m sorry I let you take me with the song that you sing
When I’m haunted by the bittersweet tune that you bring

I’m sorry I wish I cared less the way you always do
And I’m sorry I can’t because of the curse that is you
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  Sep 2016 unnamed
Dae Staebell
Dear Stranger,

I remember the day I first saw you. An ordinary autumn day spent doing menial tasks and then I saw you. It felt like time stood still in that moment. Through my eyes you moved in slow motion. You were probably doing menial tasks too but you look so beautiful doing it. In the moment it took you to walk 10 yards I already imagined what life would be like with you. I wondered what you look like smiling. I wondered what you sounded like laughing. I wondered what it might be like to hear you say,"I love you," or what kind of things I would have to do to hear you say it and then you looked straight ahead and our eyes met for a split second, it felt like an eternity. I never looked anyone straight in their eyes before and held their gaze. I remember everything. How could I forget your raven black hair? The way it fluttered in the breeze almost as if to torment my obsidian soul. The blush on your cheeks, the way they glimmered. The way your high cheeks complimented your nose. The way your cheeks curve into your jawline and the way it shot devilishly to your slender chin and those lips, God those lips. I remembered every curve, every inch of you as if you were place here in front of me to torture my wayward soul. It was like I was gazing at a baroque sculpture perfectly preserved and in exquisite detail. Something to marvel at from a far and never in close proximity for the fear that even my breathing should erode the beauty I see but yet I wondered what your touch was like. Would it be one of Midas or the state of the Gorgon Medusa? Even just the mention of your touch should have its own story, to be written down and read as a work of modern literature. You even walked towards me with such purpose. Shoulders back and held head high, like a warrior, a shield maiden. And for a moment, a moment no longer than what it took the wind to blow a leaf, I shook the petrified kid in me and worked the courage to smile. A small smile, no more than what would seem like a grin to others. I still held your gaze but when I say it was like being mesmerized by a shewolf it wouldn't do it justice, it was almost a tame ferocity but still feral in its nature. I smiled at you, god did I smile and god was I ever ****** for it. It was like sailing straight into a maelstrom and I braced. I braced myself the hardest I could in that single second. And that was when I broke. Oh did I break ever so beautifully. You smiled back and it ended this war of attrition I was having with myself. That smile was the crescendo of the day, so silent but so visceral and so deafening. By all accounts it was probably just a normal day for you but for me that was a moment I'll relive over and over. How serene and peaceful I became after. I became solemn, I became happy, and I was driven mad. I wish I could explain it. Star struck, yes that is the word. I was star struck.
unnamed Sep 2016
How dare you give me pieces of you and take it back
make me fall so deeply and then drop me right on my ***.
Your words were velvet lies leaving your lips.
so soft and yet dangerous to my mental.
the back and forth, yes's and maybe's.
I constantly found validation for you and your ****.

How dare you walk into my life causing confusion
creating this allusion of this "love" that I believed.
causing my knees to weaken with just one kiss
so blind wearing loves glasses I could not see
that your heart never belonged to me...

How dare you exit the back door,
locking it behind you
desperately I searched for the key,
you buried it in the soil of another woman's garden.
trying to hold onto our love, our memories,
everything we could be.
slipped right through my fingers like water in the rain...  

how dare you, fool me into giving you my heart
when you knew you weren't capable of loving me...


Breeze ©
(C) 2016. Copyrighted 21 September 2016. Breeze. All rights reserved. Please quote poem with author name, poem title and date published if sharing to external sites without the link or/and if sharing an excerpt of the poem.
unnamed Sep 2016
i know this feeling...

We've reached the end of the story before even hitting the first chapter.

I know this feeling...

Late replies, and silence, communication becoming less frequent.

Your mind is floating else where and your heart is no longer here...

I know this feeling...

This is the prelude to the trainwreck we had yet to create.

This is the end...
(C) 2016. Copyrighted 12 September 2016. Breeze. All rights reserved. Please quote poem with author name, poem title and date published if sharing to external sites without the link or/and if sharing an excerpt of the poem
unnamed Sep 2016
I fell in love with the morning
how you stumbled out of bed
when you first woke up
and how your eyes groaned with exhaustion.
The way your hands grasped my hipbones
while your lips stole the ending of my sentences.
Everyday with you felt like a month of Sunday mornings
with white bed sheets and lazy smiles.

That same morning, I fell in love with
the coffee shop down the street
and the way your asked for your coffee.

The ride home from your house
made me remember what Monday mornings felt like...

Somewhere in between falling
in love with our midnight conversations
that were exhaled through cigarette breaths,
interrupted by coffee stains,
and reading the love notes you had
written on my flesh,
I realized...
I am in love with the presence
of your words
and the feel of your existence...


But I am not  in love with you...


Breeze ©
(C) 2016. Copyrighted 1 September 2016. Breeze. All rights reserved. Please quote poem with author name, poem title and date published if sharing to external sites without the link or/and if sharing an excerpt of the poem
unnamed Aug 2016
"We're not in love, love is vivid."
What once was is over now, short lived.
That story lacked of those sweet emotions and happiness.
Grey dark memories and faded dull surface conversations.
Very little to hold us together so we fell apart.
There was no love present
A relationship built on attraction and no foundation.
Ended as fast as it started
We were entertained by the idea
Posting falsified photos for advertisement.

Breeze ©
(C) 2016. Copyrighted 31 August 2016. Breeze. All rights reserved. Please quote poem with author name, poem title and date published if sharing to external sites without the link or/and if sharing an excerpt of the poem
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