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your soul will never be free
in a world that reminds you youre as small as a pea
dont let the inevitable gravity pull you from the core
youll hear the knock youll try to ignore
open that door
its time to explore
what life has in store
i promise its much more
than a dreary lifetime chore
Fate can seem friendly when its knocking at your door
Youll soon find out that life's an attention *****
John. I haven't read one letter since you left. I'm scared to open an envelope and see the same note you left before you let your dreams, goals, days all hang from a rope. To be honest I don't know what it was that you needed to hear, what words could've saved your life. But I can say that old coffee shop feels emptier. My room feels colder. My eyes look darker. I don't smile at seasons changing anymore. I've been avoiding all mirrors because I can't bare to see myself without you.
    You were the best person I've ever met. It almost seemed unfair that I let such a perfect person be with a broken mess like me. You were so funny and the way your eyes lit up when you told a story...Oh God. I'm not religious but when you looked at me that way I thought we were both going to hell. Your laugh was all I needed to make a bad day better, oh what I would do to make you laugh.
   I know you hated long car rides and you knew I hated distance. Who knew 6 feet could feel longer than 100,000 miles.? Because now you're resting underground and I don't sleep without sleeping pills. I miss you so much. I miss you. I miss you.
I love you.
 Nov 2014 Christian Victoria
Kyra
I'm not your lover
or your friend
I'm not your listener
or just a past time
I'm just simply an old memory

I used to think you're an angel
sent from above
but then again
I'm atheist

So watch me stand by in the winter snow
not doing anything
but wonder what went wrong
or how things went wrong
between you and I

But that's the thing about this
there was never a you and I
Just another past time
and why I'm just another memory to you
 Nov 2014 Christian Victoria
Kyra
You are the literal universe
Not the center either
but the whole thing

Your blood is a galaxy
While your heart is a star
fuming with love and lust

But on your darkest days
Your eyes turn into black holes
Your soul turns into an empty void
destroying everything and anything you ever loved

Your bones that once structured your whole world
will crumble and turn into a dust of dullness

The scientist will diagnose you with a word
that will be meaningless to you but still makes your heart skip a beat

But know that you're not broken
Your body of the universe is just expanding and growing
in this rather cruel world where we all have to call home
Inspiration from a friend who told me this -
"You are not the center of the universe. You are the universe."
She could have
risen
from the ashes

Instead she
smoldered
in the embers
 Nov 2014 Christian Victoria
ryn
.

I've stared...
Longingly forever into you
You'd stare back but you never really knew
Hands of hours, minutes and seconds I've shook
All the time I've carelessly took

I've witnessed...
That etched on each one, that amazing smile
A crutch forged of sunrays that had carried me many a mile
It's all that I have to know of you
In this endless chase I've sought to pursue

I've envisioned...
Different ways you'd wear your crown
Various trimmings on lavish gowns
Smitten by the way you sport your paint
The nectarous song sung in your gait ever so faint

I've imagined...
The addictive rise and fall of your every breath
Bringing me back to life after every death
Pulses of sweet nothings that never did ebb
Ensnaring my heart with your silk spun web

I've believed...
You are the queen of my future tale untold
I've felt it so real like verses written in bold
But I've awakened from slumber into terrifying reality
Pains me to realise that you're nothing but imaginary...
how could a heart like yours
love a heart like mine

your heart is full of love.
you dream of life.
you have no regrets.
you live without fear of the future.

my heart is full of-
well it's not full at all:
it's broken; shattered,
into a thousand tiny little pieces.

and somehow, someway,
you were kind enough;
to hunt for every little piece,
and put me back together.

and this is why i,
will never understand,
this silly little thing,
we call love.
I took a drag of a rolled, unlit, cigarette.
You have no idea how truly pleasing it was.
That cigarette had her lipstick on it.
It was like kissing her all over again.

I lit that rolled up, lipstick stained, cigarette, just to feel like she was here with me again.

The smoke had burned my eyes and scratched at my throat.
I tried to breathe but I started to choke, suffocating on the last of my free will.

For a minute, it felt like I wasn't going to survive.

I took deep breathes and remembered it was her love I never wanted to forget, so I smoked the rest of that rolled up, lipstick stained, cigarette, but by the end of it, I was dead.
To Her.
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