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 Jan 2015 Charles
rebecca suzanne
When I was little
I fell off the monkey bars
and scraped my knee
Instead of running off to the swings
I got back up there
and I held on to each rung
so tightly
I had blisters in my palms
but when I got to the end I felt breathless
and maybe that's where it started.

When I began driving
I would grasp the wheel
so tightly
as if the more pressure I applied,
the better I could steer.
I always got perfect scores
on my driving tests
but my fingers ached
when I finally had it in park.

I've been clinging
to the remnants of a friendship
that I tripped into
and I didn't try to get back up
or strive for perfection
because I liked it the way it was
and I keep smiling while you walk away
but I can't wave
Because you broke my wrist
when you pulled away
but I don't think
that's all that's
Broken.
 Dec 2014 Charles
untitled
Slowly made her way into my heart,
But so fast to leave me stranded.
Allowing myself to care whole-heartedly,
Only to be heartbroken by the person
Who once made me feel complete.

Her smiles and hugs used to fill me
With happiness, but now only
Bring a great source of pain.
How can she be so happy, while
Removing the smile off my face?

Letters of love written to me,
Each word now meaningless sentiment;
Every word written was a lie.
Said that she loved me too much to hurt,
Now she's knife deep into my heart.

Promises of an everlasting love
Are all broken. Her love for me is lost.
Or maybe I am too foolish, perhaps,
She never loved me at all...
Such a misery to have an unrequited love.
 Dec 2014 Charles
WickedHope
Why are you my lion that shies away like prey?
Your doe eyes have taken this too far.

The bounce in your step has made you Tigger,
And I'm your Pooh bumbling after;

I'm the coyote continuously trying to catch up,
But you hit the ground running and you won't stop for me.

Oh, shooting star, I'm the one burning out it seems;
I'm jumping through wormholes, tearing myself in more than two.

In this garden you're the rosebud and I'm the thorns
Climbing my way up, only to never reach you.

If you're the life of the party, then I'm the death at a funeral.
Tragic how I can never quite seem to catch you for a moment.

You're the arctic wind whistling, calling me to you,
Though it seems my whole life I'll be stuck swimming with penguins.

My crazy little snowfall has become a blizzard,
But darling I was built for your sunshine.

The way you bring out my stars has made you my new moon,
And I fear I'm the uncommon eclipse consequently making day dark.

I'm the words and you're the melody;
I'm humming you all day, but you refuse to say my name.

I didn't know it was a crime to love you, I can't be caught now,
Can't stop, can't turn back, for it seems I've already committed my offense.
I'd love feedback on this one.
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Not really about anyone specifically, just a reoccuring theme in my life.
The curtains are drawn.
The lights are off.
The applause has ceased.
This is the feeling of crashing.
This is colliding into the past,
Falling into dirt.
But the show must go on.

You’re center stage,
And the warmth of the spotlight beckons.
The audience is chanting,
“Closer. Closer. Closer.”
The show must go on.

Your confidence shot dead.
Your hope crushed beneath a boot.
Your love twisted and contorted.
Your composure: broken.
But the show must go on.

You think and think and think.
You pray for faith,
In yourself and others.
You seek acceptance in her eyes.
They’re gray and foggy,
Much like your fate.
You say it’s not worth it.
But the show must go on.

But why?
Why walk the distance,
If the distance is always growing?
Why sit on Earth,
While the cosmos call your name?
Why try to be what others want,
And instead come out as what they always expect?

Because you’re depended on;
They depend on your eyes,
Just as you depend on theirs.
They depend on your smile,
Just as you beg for theirs.
You don’t just leave the stage.
You don’t just leave your audience.
They depend on you.
They depend on you for your Love.
They depend on you for your Strength.
They depend on you for your Trust.
So,
On with the show.
I start my day with a smile,
That I paint with your perfume.
I see a wife, I see a dress,
But I am not the groom.

I live everyday remembering yesterday,
And the tears wash my tedious smile away.

I make memories of remembering memories of you.
I daydream of what can be, and what we would do.

My mouth lusts for the taste of the gun,
Your words as warm and doomed as the sun.
I cringe from the pain of a heart that beats for one,
But was always destined for two.

I was only given eyes to see where we have been.
I was only given hands to touch your pretty skin.
I was only given thoughts to punish my sin.
And I was only given a voice to admit,
you win.
First poem on here, hope anyone enjoys!

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