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Brooke Sylvia May 2016
My desire to be loved extends past the abundance of stars silently hanging on in the midst of what we name the universe. It thrives on hope of being unique to someone or somewhere; desperately anticipating for a Love so extraordinaire that the earth would no longer orbit the sun. The same way I orbit the possibilities of finding Love and ending up with none.

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Brooke Sylvia Apr 2016
You were
you are
the one that I love.

The one
to make
me fall from above.

It's hard
to say
that you don't know,

That I
am in
love with you so.

Winter Spring
Summer
and fall,

could not
foretell
the difference at all.

You were
so kind
to make me believe,

that I
was loved
but soon proved naive.

I saw
you for
what you have said.

Now I
wish that
you were off dead.

Not dead
in life
but dead in heart,

for you
were the
one to tear me apart.

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Brooke Sylvia Apr 2016
You have everything you’ve ever wanted;
I hear them say
everything that you’ve dreamed of-
then why must I feel this way?

Enlighten me please
by your explanation so,
you beg for me to stay
when I tell you I must go.

My purpose I know not;
this is why I must leave.
I believe in nothing no longer.
For me, you mustn’t grieve.

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Brooke Sylvia Mar 2016
I've changed the lock a thousand times,
and still you found the key.
I've come to recognize all your lies,
so please just let me be.

My strength extends now that you are gone,
but for you I maintain so weak.
You appear in the night till the break of dawn,
but I remain to turn my cheek.

I beg of you to not knock again,
but I'm sure you'll find a way to make me see,
how this locked gate cannot remain;
and that me and love were never meant to be.
Brooke Sylvia Feb 2016
Each dusk my heart breaks a little more.
Yearning to be held,
to hold,
to be cherished.

I am deprived of love;
taxed with every thought.
True affection comes with a price;
and I willing to pay.

For my heart continues to break at the thought of;
At the thought of—
At the thought of,
Loving,
And not being loved in return.


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Brooke Sylvia Feb 2016
I never learned how to swim; nor did I have the inclination. I spent my life hurdling over puddles, leaving them in my past— with no anguish of drowning. It seems each puddle grew with despair and the water was no longer blue. For it was a shade of blue that only a few could name and would soon come to fathom. I've been forced to swim in the depths of this blue with no recollection of how it came to be. I feel I was pushed from behind without a warning, puncturing my soul along the way. I am not the same being as I once was but my intuition still remains. My fear of drowning is non-existent as I love this shade of blue. I compel this blue to reveal its name and all it says is you.


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