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I'm addicted to your everything.
Your look, your touch,
Your sneer, your smile,
Your love and hate.
I just can't pull myself away.
Your biting words,
Your fighting blows,
Your angry glance.
I'm addicted to all of it.
Someone please help me stop.
She conquered her demons,
               and wore her scars like...
                              Wings.  
We all get burned down sometimes.
But the next step is a choice.
Do you let your ashes blow away?
Or do you rise from the ashes like a
Phoenix?
The choice is yours so,
Choose wisely.
The first 3 lines are a quote by Atticus.
I gaze at your picture
from across the room
and try to remember
the sound of your voice
these empty halls
once filled
with your laughter
now sit vacant
empty and abandoned
just like my heart
Is there a way
to play the game of love?
Are there tricks
to treat it differently?

Is there a way
to be unbroken?
Can I defy gravity
to not fall so easily?

Is there a way
to play it safe?
Is there a way to guard
these feelings of mine forever?

Is there a way to love
without hurting?
Is there a way to move on
without crying?
Hurt and pain.
There's much to gain.
Peace and love.
It's all the same.
Confusion and doubt.
We're not without.
We weep, we cry.
We plead, we try.
We laugh, we smile.
Only to be hurt
by one last trial.
Life is a lesson,
so learn it well.
Maybe, one day,
you can tell it's tale.
Orange letters
On a black screen
Speaking of danger
Hot and intense by nature
No small sparks
To light the way
Of children's to be
Favorite memories
The middle of summer
Begins to mean
Uncomfortable nights
And light shows
No more
Fireflies
Beautiful dancing
Or bond fires
Just the bittersweet memories
Of a different year
The joy of years past
Leaves you sitting on the hard floor
Crying
For no other reason
Than not seeing
Those stunning bits of fire
That lit up your childhood
Having them withheld
Has brought you to this
Tears running down your face
As the bombs crack around you
Recorded many years past
With the sound of others
Enjoying the sight
Your favorite part of the year
Yet you never knew how much
Such a small thing could mean
Until you're left
On the wrong side of the fence
Hand in hand
With a new one
Different than years past
Who wraps their arms around you
As the tears slide down your face
Reflecting fireworks not seen
Such a sad Fourth of July. So much has changed in a year.
And one day,
Things didnt seem
So bad anymore.

Nothing really changed,
But there was a sparkle of light
Peaking through the perpetual gray clouds.

The silver linings
Were surrounding the darkness.

My whole world,
A little less dark
A little less gloomy.

But if nothing really changed,
How could anything get better?

Maybe I just got used to it.
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