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pieces of you are sprinkled around my day and the small parts paint a mosaic that by the end of the night reminds me of you - i remember all the details

it's hard not to think of your body pressed against mine in this heat because it's the same sun that made us sweat together and it's the same moon that watched us love each other more than ever before and i don't know what's worse, not seeing you or not hearing you

all i want is for you to be near me because your hug burns deep within my skin and before i know it my skin smells of you and my hair locks in brown strings the aroma of your clean shirt and your cologne

maybe this is what love feels like - maybe love is when i'm at th beach for a week and everyday i keep thinking how much i miss you, maybe love is how well i know your smile to the point where i'm down and picture it i smile, maybe love is how my lips know yours better than anyone else's, maybe love is when i sit down and write poem after poem after poem about you because it's a love so deep only ink on paper can understand
You
You make the light shine brighter
And the weight feel lighter,
And you open my eyes to the new,
So now my heart will love more
Than it could do before,
And that's all because of you.
let's get lost
for hours on end
exploring the city
turning down alleyways
taking long bus rides to nowhere
and buying things that we don't need
from shops that we'll never see again

let's get lost
in stories so old
that the pages smell like must,
pirates and faerie dust

let's get lost
in each other's minds
each and every embarrassing tale
a beautiful one
having a bad sense of direction isn't necessarily a bad thing
i don't think i've shown this to you before
but today i think i will
you see, i don't tell people about this
not often at least
or not at all

not since the day
my mother laughed at me
not since the day
my father jeered with
contempt in the curl of his lip
not since the day
my friends waved me off
as delusional

it's a little tattered
and a little tarnished
i really wish that it could've looked a lot nicer
for you to see
the shine is kind of gone
but it's still really precious to me

i think i'll come with you
no, wait-
you should go alone
i'll wait for you out here and
i hope that you'll be kind

you'll see in the corner
there is a dusty box
it really isn't much
and you'll have to brush cobwebs off

and when the box is clean
like when each day shone anew
maybe you'll even get to see
the lines of ambition that carved
hope into my box of dreams
Ambition and goals in life were things I struggled with a lot because a lot of people didn't believe in me.
This poem is meant to speak for those who have had dreams and were afraid of telling others about it for fear of negative responses.
if you leave someone behind
be it emotionally
or physically
time will never stop
for the relationship between the both of you

if you leave someone behind
cobwebs,
along with insecurities,
will invade and cloud the
space between you

if you leave someone behind
animosity will be left to fester,
like an infected wound
ignored and screaming

if you leave someone behind,
you are missing the joy in their faces
when they fall in love
under the stars,
bathing in pale moonlight
that cleanses their heart of hurt

if you leave someone behind
and then come back one day,
the look on her face isn't going to be radiant
confusion, hurt, anger,
and regret
may make her unreadable
and you sour

if you leave someone behind
you may come back
to someone different
from the person you left behind

if you leave someone behind
you are giving them
your blessing
to leave you behind
no one should ever leave without notice. no one should ever have to experience the pain of being left behind without knowing what went wrong. my heart goes out to all who have.
you hate love
but you can't hate without love
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