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 Dec 2014 Camilla Green
Renmar
Uncommitted as ever
Yet I convinced myself this is better
Better than the cold I feel
Inside my head nothing is real
Eaten alive by my own demons
Yet I still thrive for no reason
Given no proof that you'll stay
Settling with just pushing it all away
I've decided I won't care
I don't want to be made aware
So let me forget how to live
We both know I've got nothing to give
Everything's been taken from me
And I just don't want to be....
What happens when you leave?
I don't need you,
but I want you.
I like how I am when I'm with you.

I don't want to pick up the pieces of my broken heart,
yet again.
But I know that everything is fleeting,
especially us.

I will always ask you to love me in the morning,
as sleep coats your mind I will beg for reassurance.
I need to know that when I wake up you will be there,
kissing my forehead,
and telling me that you still love me.
Lipsticks, painted red
      A smile on my face,
              Not seen before,
     Take a big swig from a bottle,
Drink more and more
      Until I end up on the floor
     Finally the *memories
are gone
When my sanity walks out the door

        I'm now on the ceiling,
   Though quite possibly dreaming,
My thoughts are far from clearing
            In muddled moments
    I find comfort and forget
             No longer chained
      Or to my own head in debt

Swishing the thoughts around my mind
    Like a good year of
         fine white wine
   Spitting out the rotten ones
Swallowing down a few,
        just for fun
     Intoxication at its finest,
Brazen, daring, brave and bold
           Leaving the past behind us
     Out in the bitter cold

          Frozen behind,
   No longer catching up to me
     I can stumble forward
            In my plastered euphoria
     A smile on my face
I can pick up my pace
         Audacious now, I feel
Doesn't matter how much of this is real

Reality is just in my mind
           Not easily defined
    By dreams, nightmares or ghosts
             From the past
       Reality is in this bottle,
                This pipe, or this needle
     Down to the very last
Drops of fantasy and candy
                   But ****,
           *It tastes so sweet
What a joy working with the young, yet so talented WickedHope, amazing.  :)
 Dec 2014 Camilla Green
Just Melz
Communication:
    Yes, to me
I believe this is the *
key

     Talking, really listening
             Honesty
  Always saying what you truly mean
       No secrets, no withholding
No lies
    But sometimes
        You can say "I love you"
With only your eyes

Trust:
      This, so important
  Yet, so hard for some
          I know it's terribly difficult for me
    Without trust, you're done
        Then there's suspicions    
  .         Fear
         And so many questions
      But sometimes, trust can be earned
          With a bold statement
And the wiping of a tear

Love:
    You may be thinking
          "Why is this third?"
  Well, the first is just words
      What you have the most of
The second is in your mind
    Something in which, you have no control
        Mmm, but Love
   That's deep in your soul
And if two people can make it this far
       Past the flirting, past the insecurities
Past all the old bruises and scars
     To simply love one another
          Well, they'll be able to move      
               MOUNTAINS
           **Together
For the challenge by Jaishree Kumar.
Enjoy.
Teach me to
swim
in the
sound-waves
of your voice.

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