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Cassie Mae Nov 2011
Are you so insecure
that you will let
any guy
who crawls into your bed
take a little piece of you?

Do you think so little of yourself
that you will let
any guy
who buys you a drink
follow you home?

Is your self-esteem so low
that you will let
any guy
tell you all his lies?

Are you so blind
that you can't see
how beautiful
you really are?
© Cassie Mae Writings 2011
Cassie Mae Nov 2011
You
I see
imagine
us together
we could be happy
developing the love
like putting together a
sentence for a story, but I
know you can not reciprocate all
the feelings I wish you were able to.
© Cassie Mae Writings 2011
Cassie Mae Nov 2011
When are you coming back?
I miss your smile.
I can't wait for you to unpack
I've been waiting quite a while.

I miss your smile.
There's something I need to say
I've been waiting quite a while.
If only I could find a way.

There's something I need to say,
I've heard about her,
If only I could find a way.
There's so much to infer.

I've heard about her.
All these feelings I conceal,
There's so much to infer
hoping they turn out to be real.

All these feelings I conceal
I can't wait for you to unpack
hoping they turn out to be real.
When are you coming back?
(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2011
Cassie Mae Nov 2011
fading wintertime
blankets of white melt away
exposing cold earth
(c) Cassie Mae Writings 2011
Cassie Mae Nov 2011
When we first met
you told me you always kept your window open
and as I lay in your bed the summer sun warmed my body.

Wrapped in your arms I never noticed the chill of fall
that blew in through that open window
and stirred around orange, yellow, and red amongst our green.

Then one winter's day I stood outside your window
my hand pressed against the glass
as ice crystals fell against the pane.

When we first met
you told me you always kept your window open.
© Cassie Mae Writings 2011
Cassie Mae Oct 2011
That night you took your smile
     and put it on my heart
Like a brand it burned
     away the hurtful words
     a hole so charred and black

With each new sun the feeling of your hand
     on the small of my back
     clasped around mine
fades a little more until
     the memory no longer
          makes me smile
     the memory only
          makes me cringe

at being so naive
     again
© Cassie Mae Writings 2011
Cassie Mae Oct 2011
It's inconvenient
one needs a beating heart
when I have given mine to you.
Betrothed it has become
without your consent
to your cardiac system.
I sit here cold
'fore I have no blood
without my vascular *****.
© Cassie Mae Writings 2011
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