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Brooke Dunsmore Nov 2014
holding back what i'm strong enough to
still a little seeps out when i exhale
it's hard enough to say that i love you
by the time i can admit it, i hope your feelings haven't grown stale

my skin is so pale
where your hands have not touched
your fingers leaving a light-red trail
i blush; for you it doesn't take much

around my heart your hand does clutch
you travel in circles in my mind
you're struggling with this problem as much as i
do you love me? oh, if mercy could be so kind.
love
Brooke Dunsmore Oct 2014
i feel you so close at night
still feel your arms so tight
your breathing light
my cheeks glowing so bright

your skin is soft
your kisses softer
crying silently, inhaling so fast i coughed
how do you not feel like a monster?

laying in the same spot
when morning comes around
my insides are in a knot
still i can't make a sound
Brooke Dunsmore Oct 2014
no longer do i look into anyone's eyes
they all hunger to be followed
like lights to flies
lies- they all thirst to be swallowed
i end with just my sorrow

i won't look for love tomorrow
nor did i yesterday
i only awake to wish to dream away
but my dreams are a dark place, too
my sweetest dreams are haunted by the presence of you
Brooke Dunsmore Oct 2014
So I leaned against the wilting tree
and I occurred to me
that this is not a tree
and I am not me

the tree was rotted on the inside
it cracked and crumbled
so did I, and besides,
we both collapsed and tumbled

the tree became dirt
and i'm stiff and cold in my sweatshirt
I'm much more comfortable, death requires less effort
I've been preparing myself for this decomposition, this does not hurt
Brooke Dunsmore Oct 2014
my eyes are nocturnal
they see my darkest fears
my paranoia is eternal
when i cry, everyone sees my tears

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