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chryselle g Aug 2013
i look at your smile
through glasses fogged
with infatuation

there is something
else there, i know.

something hiding under
the curves of your lips

and if it's the same
as the ones on my eyes
when i look at you,

whisper it against my own.
chryselle g Jul 2013
I never really believed in
love at first sight and i’m
not going to start now
but when I saw you yesterday
i had to ask myself,
"if this isn’t love yet, then
*******, I can’t wait to love."
chryselle g Jul 2013
it is only 5 am
i’ve just woken up
my head still hurts
the room is still spinning

my eyes are out of focus
my throat is dry

it’s taking a little time
to get settled but it will be
6 am soon
and then 7 then 8
then 9

the day is only starting.
the sun is just rising.

i want to go back to sleep
and wake up again to the
sun setting.
chryselle g Jul 2013
"i am happy."

repeat 15 times.

repeat until your
throat hurts from
screaming it over
the sound of the
opposition fighting
for control over
your mind.

repeat 15 times more.

repeat until it
doesn't make sense
anymore.
chryselle g Jul 2013
eyes meet.
souls recognized.

(if you listen closely
you can almost hear
the electric current
buzzing between)

footsteps close in.
‘hello’s’ exchanged.

(if you listen closely,
you can almost hear
a simultaneous sigh
of relief.)

overanalyzing.
shoulders shrugging.

(if you listen closely,
you can almost hear
the hypothetical audience
booing.)

shoulders brushing.
asking ‘what if?’

more shrugging.
discreet second glances.

(if you listen closely,
you can almost hear
the universe roaring.)
chryselle g Jul 2013
if you are The One
and you are reading this;

my heart is hurting

it's not your fault
(indirectly)

it is longing for you
wondering where you are
hoping you didn't make
a wrong turn along the way

don't miss me
i'm easy to spot, I guess

my heart's on my hands
waiting for you to put
it back inside my chest
chryselle g Jul 2013
you traced the lines on
my palm not knowing
they were thigmotropic

crawled up around
your fingers and tied
themselves into a ribbon
so you won’t forget

(i hope letting me fall
asleep in your bed is
something you don’t regret)
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