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"One day I met a boy,
who instantly took my breath away.
Just a glimpse of his smile made me dizzy,
and talking to him left my mind in chaos.
For on this one day everything changed.
My life now felt happier like it had more meaning,
and I had a reason to wake up in the morning.
It is several months later now and still those green eyes lure me in.
Although there have been rough patches,
and the times where we both just disappeared into ourselves,
we still make our way back to each other,
and in those moments,
where we are completely intertwined,
it is sweet sweet bliss."
-LM- Everything I Didn't Say #33
"If I give you all my faith and trust will it be a waste or will you keep them safe?"
-LM- Everything I Didn't Say #34
"I used to write poetry,
poetry about you,
but now not even poetry can express what I feel,
because your words hit me like a warm wind on a cold autumn morning,
and your smile can brighten the darkest of days,
and your laugh.. oh your laugh is so contagious its all I hear in my dreams.
but what makes it hard to write, is the possibility that this is all in my head.
After months of talking everyday there are still moments when I begin to wonder if this is worth my time at all.
Because your interest in me sometimes decreases at the times when I need you the most.
and your life all of the sudden gets too hectic to reply to a simple question.
But just as fast as the feelings begin to fade, they return along with you.
Which makes this all even more confusing.
So yes,
I used to write poetry,
poetry about you,
But now not even poetry can express what I feel."
-LM-Everything I Didn't Say #37
"It was the second I let go for a mere minute that I felt free and I felt like myself again. Now I realize where I have been all these months, trapped inside this unrealistic reality of us."
-LM- Everything I Didn't Say #38
each day
choose not worry
not fear
choose to trust

cj 2016
every day is a work in progress, and we can only live for that day...one day at a time...have a blessed day
over and over

I'm  sorry

again

what is that

really

?

Cj 2016
and then there are those who never even bother to say sorry  at all
I
don't rightly give
a flying (nor any other kind of) ******

what anyone else has to say about it:

a good laugh
is never
a waste
of time.
 Sep 2016 Chloe Chapman
brooke
my fingers never warm up
and you joked about how
cold my heart is,
it must be so cold in there
so I asked if that's the way
you deflect--because every
time I tried to care for you,
you'd mock me.

I felt like your world
wasn't all inclusive
i wasn't a shiny stone
in your rough, just a
***** in a fenced
garden, a breeze in
your wild storm--
but I found what
usually is at the
heart of a tornado--
eery silence--and you.
stripped down and
angry, a self-made victim
shouting you made me do it.

But was I there, Peter Pan?
Did I make you do it?
did I weasel into your
head and take you
hostage? Did I rip
you away from
Neverland, shed
light on what
was never
magic?
(c) Brooke Otto 2016


written in April.
I don't remember the last time
I heard your voice
or the last time you spoke so
nice and softly to me
like you used to.
I listen to old voicemails
just to hear that voice again.
I don't know what form of torture you
would call that,
but it's like putting a drop
of water in the desert
making it long for more
but we all know water doesn't
belong in the desert.
you don't belong here
with me anymore.
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