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 Jan 2016 Christopher Lowe
Keen
I miss your smiles,
I miss how you curled up in my arms.
I miss how the sound of your laugh,
I miss how you are so tough.
I miss the way you comb your hair,
I miss the way your eyes stare.
I miss how you crack green jokes,
I miss how you scare those folks.
I miss your lips,
I miss your face,
I miss your touch,
I miss everything about you.
But I know, we both deserve better,
Those pain will heal,
And when that time arrives,
You and me are nothing but plain as nothing.

- 01082k16
I feel so ******* pathetic
Laying in this bed
Crying my heart out

It hurts me to know
That you aren't hurt
That you don't care
That you don't love me

And I can't do anything about it

Except lay here and cry
I have lost all motivation
I sat alone in the darkness
as the sky began to weep
the stars brilliant in the void
as the sadness lulls me to sleep

I never said why I care so much
I only told you repeatedly that I do
I never needed to explain myself
I only needed to say 'I love you'

I was willing to give you everything
my body, my freedom, my heart
cause I knew the pain you felt
as I saw you slowly falling apart
There's still an empty space
          where there should be a heart
From all the words you used,
                 hoping to tear me apart
There's still a giant ****
           in the back of my spine
From the knife you stabbed
        while looking in my eyes
There's still all these holes
                      in my chest
From the shotgun trigger pulling
              when you left
Say my name
Say it gently
Use your words
To caress me
Speak your thoughts
Speak them out loud
Confess your love
Amidst the crowd
Scream your wishes
Scream your dreams
Make your reality
Better than it seems
Whisper your pain
Whisper your fears
Release the tension
Wipe away your tears
Open your mind
Open up wide
Let my love in
Let me inside
Phone ringing with the cord cut
     That's the way we like to f*ck
  When we know they know
                    And the walls are just play dough
               And the heat we make turns this shelter to clay
            It makes it so intense we forget what to say
     But it's okay they'd listen anyway
         I'm trying to take the time to see just what makes you tick
         And I was never looking for smoke and mirrors or obvious tricks
            Just your essence and your presence made me question what I know
     What they know
     Walls made of playdough

Dusk turns to night with the lights off
        So silent
    You could hear a pin drop
        Deep breaths slowly fill the air
Rattling these walls made of playdough
            So in sync we don't even care
    That they know we know
Taking the time to take it slow
        In your eyes I see that raging fire
    Of these feelings I will never tire
And your skin embedded in my memories
         Makes me realize what I've always known
    Just your touch and your existence erase the tragedies
          What do they know
  Through these walls made of playdough
The leaves so colorful fall
Like my sunken hope
After the dead of winter
The blooms bring a renewed soul
 Oct 2015 Christopher Lowe
ryan
Kiss
 Oct 2015 Christopher Lowe
ryan
It's been so long,
Since I've written for her,
I apologize,
But I've been too busy,
Kissing the words into her mouth
You taste so good. I'll never stop writing poems on your tongue.
Lets talk about making love
Ill dance for you from above
Carve my layers against yours
Let my lips kiss your scars

I always weaken from the depth
Sweet warm skin around your neck
Let me drown you in pleasure
Tasteful than a winter flower

Drifting away, waiting in vain

In this shaded room we created
My mind and yours are fated
Living inside these quiet sheets
Our desperate bodies finally meet

Never shy away from my stare
Breathe me in like toxic air
Slowly weeping, tongues tied
Im on my knees, weak and tired

Lets talk about making love
Then maybe someday-
you'll finally look at me

Drifting away, waiting in vain
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