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 May 2015 Christian Morales
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10:23: Hey, I miss you.
11:47: I hope you're okay.
1:19: Please text me back, I'm worried.
2:10: Come back. Come back. Come back.
3:14: I'm so sorry.
3:26: I love you. Please reply.
3:58: Okay, well I'll be here if you need me.
4:17: I love you.

He never replied, but I'm still waiting.


          

                                 B.S.
 May 2015 Christian Morales
B
...
 May 2015 Christian Morales
B
...
He tore out my
heart
so you sewed it back
into my
chest
But instead of allowing it to
heal
you pulled out each
stitch
one by one



B.S.
Why?
 May 2015 Christian Morales
B
Anchor
 May 2015 Christian Morales
B
You were the
anchor
that dragged me
D
    o
          w
        n
to the ocean floor
where I met
the most
undiscovered
parts of the
sea

The problem is
You never let me
Come up for air



B.S.
 May 2015 Christian Morales
anu
I don't want to think about you
But i don't think nothing other than you
How mad to like someone deep...
Girl, I love those scars
that branch up and down your arms.
Girl, I see those eyes
that stare daggers and stare knives.

I'll get you to feel again
when you see my fake smile.

I'll get you alive again
at least for a little while.

But at the end of the day
once I've had my way,
I'll leave you just like the last
guy from your horrid past.

Because I don't want to insist,
but I don't care for your happiness.
Because you can't forget once you've learned this,
I only want my name bleeding from your wrist.

I only want to be another tally mark
of scar tissue on your thigh.

I only want to leave you in the dark
and listen to you silently cry.
He told me he is giving her roses.

The boy, who yesterday I finally admitted I love.

The boy, who the day before that , kissed me.

The boy, who a week before that told me I was his forever, and I said the same.

The boy, who has my heart.

Is giving her roses...
I could hear my heart shattering
 May 2015 Christian Morales
B
Maybe he left
because he got
tired of plucking
splinters out of
his fingers every
time he touched
me because of
the fence I built
around my heart.*


B.S.
 May 2015 Christian Morales
B
I was in love with a boy who could calm my most fierce storms that were brewed inside my head, but he created a hurricane inside me when he left, flooding every crevice of my body with the memories of him.*


B.S.
 May 2015 Christian Morales
B
Pretend you love me just for tonight
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