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Christina Cox Jan 2016
It's funny how emotions
are what rule our heart.
And how these old friends
can ruin your perfect day
by reminding you of the years
you were bullied
and you were the bully.
Christina Cox Jan 2016
He's taken all of my firsts.

My first date.
My first hand hold.
My first kiss.
My first love.
My first make out.
My first time I was touched.
My first breakup.
My first true hatred.
My first true forgiveness.
My first friend with benefits.
My first *******.

Will he also be my first?
Christina Cox Jan 2016
My tears, they run.
Creating streaks
of black.
Because my tears
aren't made of water
but the fire
burning up my soul.
Christina Cox Jan 2016
Chocolate cake with icing same
and candles full of color.
Lights are off and fire on
singing to me from you.
Happy birthday, dear Christina
now you're 22.
Make a wish and make it good
I promise, it will come true.
But my wish is one I cannot work for
it's about my soul.
To be happy with myself again
without any help from you.
Christina Cox Jan 2016
I'm willing to go back in time
to the place where I was hurt
and tell you of the feelings
that you caused inside my heart.

I'm willing to talk to you
of changes of my life
that made me go from hate
to a person who wants to try.

I'm willing to tell you of the
memories you don't even know
the ones that are truth to me
and prevented my trust in you.

I'm willing to speak of the hold
you will always have on me
even after ten years have gone
I see you and wish for the past.

I want to tell you all of this
to try and get away
so I can move and fall in love
without you in my head.

I wish I could explain it better
these jumbled thoughts in my heart
so you could understand
how much I want to move away.

I wish I could tell you
that moving away from you
isn't a bad thing
but something we both need.

I know we've never stopped
I know we've always cared
but how are we supposed to find
another love when our hearts are still intwined?
Christina Cox Jan 2016
You took my heart and held it so
carefully.
You saw my soul and molded it so
lovingly.
You felt my body and loved it so
unthankfully.
You stole my happiness and threw it so
harshly.
Christina Cox Jan 2016
I write to you,
my little friend,
to tell me what to do.

Asking questions
that go so deep
I cannot reach them without you.

Finding answers
in the cave
with darkness seeping through.

You smile as you answer
the payment
of my soul is due.

Demon friend in my soul
living off my fear,
molding me to statue.

For as I listen
you tell me lies
that come out of my view.

My little friend,
how do you dare
to tell the tried and true.

The pain of truth
and hidden lies
leave me a residue.
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