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 Jul 2013 Brody Sears
Morgan
I stood in front of the mirror until four in the morning. I counted the imperfections in my face, multiplied them by ten & called it the imperfections in my head.

I wrote to you until eight in the morning. Counted every "I'm sorry" scratched in red pen on white pages, multiplied them by ten & called it the guilt scratched into the blue of my veins.

*I listened to your album until two in the afternoon. Counted every mention of her eyes, multiplied them by ten & called it suicide.
 Jul 2013 Brody Sears
anastina
want
 Jul 2013 Brody Sears
anastina
I want to find your favorite freckle

I want to touch your biggest flaw

I want to feel your arms around me

I want to smell your rich cologne

I want to kiss your tender lips

I want to touch your soft skin

I want you, here, around me.

I want you now, forevermore.
 Jul 2013 Brody Sears
Wolfey
Want
 Jul 2013 Brody Sears
Wolfey
I want you close.
Want your warm body next to mine.
I want to taste your lips.
Want your skin against mine.
I want our bodies to collide,
be one.
I lie down tonight
knowing I won't sleep.
It's been months, and still
I'm kept up
with an aching stomach and too many thoughts
running through my mind.

I remember June, when we met,
I couldn't sleep then either.
Any second away from you
left me longing.
So we would hold on,
long talks until dawn,
Fingers tracing, memorizing faces
with touch, scent, taste. Embracing
and knowing I'd have to leave all too soon,
We would stay awake until the sunrise
forced our eyes shut.

Now
I still feel you with me,
Always haunting.
Memories of dreams:
a wedding never to be,
a pretend family
 May 2013 Brody Sears
Kate
hurt
 May 2013 Brody Sears
Kate
Like a child
I forget
the times you hurt me
high on the rush
wont this last
forever?

oh but those eyes I love
I have seen them turn cold
and your slight smile
has been hidden from me
I forget about your sting
the ache from not saying the right thing
keep putting off
what you anticipate
because you can't let go
of some form of hope and
jump
in
to
that
water

so murky and romanticized

feel the rush of realism
of lucidity
when you stop waiting
and start your own story
 May 2013 Brody Sears
Leila
How can the sun be so high in the sky
While i'm down here dull, barely alive
Why does it get to shine so brightly
When I try my hardest and all my efforts spite me
How can I be like this ray born from the stars
And make way for life, only fools search Mars
No rainbow or aurora would compare to me
I would make certain everyone was aware of me
But I can't make present the shades or colors  
And its in darkness that my glory fades & suffers
Violently it shudders, so I hide until sunshine's overhead
Like i will hide until the day I am dead
Cause I know that I'm no star
But **** physics, why can't I radiate as far
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