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I was wild
& you preferred mild
But when I caught you stare
I suddenly didn’t care

So I knew when
You kissed me then
I couldn’t ever explain
Why I kissed you again

I could never understand
Why I grabbed your hand
& led you unplanned
Into a foreign land

You and me
Were never meant to be
You live inside the box
& I live to break the locks
I'm sorry
I can't stop , can't stop thinking , about her , the feelings are real and they just don't go away , she's the greatest person alive , I mean no one is perfect but if there was a perfect she would be pretty dam close, I can't think of her leaveing , it drives me nuts , to know that soon she will be thousands of miles away , I'm in love with this girl , and my heart is slowly shattering knowing she  is leaveing , why can't I handle this ? Or can I ? I'm so confused because real feelings don't just go away , real feelings make you feel like I do , happy , sad , confused , crazy , I don't understand love its the devil , at one moment your the happiest person alive and than your the saddest  person alive , love is a game , where you try new thingshopeing to find the right one , trying to sadisfy yourself with victory , but you don't always win , love  is great , love ***** , love is always good when its real , love is real , she is real and I love her , but I'm loseing her , the days are getting shorter and the nights not getting any longer , I wish I could just go with her , but we both need to try new people we are young , but I don't wanna try new people I have feelings and they are real , and real feelings don't just go away ! , but I have no choice and no say , mabey just mabey one day we will be together again but only time will tell if we are ment to be and I know my feelings are real and real feelings don't just go away
They took me away from it all..
Made me start over
Took me to the hospital again and called me "Crazy"
Told me to take my medication
Told me to sleep without any worries
Told me that everything was going to be okay, if I **** my... pills
Forced me into therapy
Made me talk about my "Problems"
P r e t e n d e d ..
Like I was going to get better
Or at least humored it
Now I sit alone
Like usual
I told you I needed you..
That
I needed a place to stay
S o m e o n e
S o m e t h I n g..
But no..
You told me you had to much "Anxiety"
That I needed to "figure things out"
That you wouldn't "let me in your door" if I ran to you
Because I needed you..?..
Who says that, when someone needs them?
What kind of a person..
And then you go and write a poem about me the same me you wouldn't even open your door for..
I mean seriously can I not... trust anyone..
And I love how after all of this I'm still considered the "Crazy one"
After what you did
Did you even take the time.?.
Did you know that I was going to **** myself?
Maybe you did..
But you still wouldn't open your door
You
Didn't listen...
And now..
Now..
Well, I think I'm going "Crazy"..
She measures self worth in numbers -
Numbers like the seven he gave her last night,
Scribbled on a coffee shop napkin.
She's like a butterfly, you see;
Wondrous on the outside
But blank within
Fluid, without shape or body or mind -
No spine.
She is whatever words are thrown her way.
She is numbers,
A simple code, a formula,
To which the answer will always be
"I'll see you at eight," or
"Call me," or sometimes just "Yes."
Easy.
She's shapeless conformity,
And when she wakes up someplace new,
She counts the numbers down:
Five, Four, Three, Two -
One time she had her own edges,
But that's neither here nor there, really.
Yesterday, she was seven digits,
But today, for now,
She's zero.
loving you is the most exhausting thing i've ever come to know
not because the feelings aren't mutual, simply because you are unaware
the constant curiosity of what you think
do you think i'm broken? do you think i'm naive?
my lack of confidence and your stock of mystery is what keeps me going
maybe this is a game i don't want to end, maybe i want to admire you from a distance, like the way some look at the sea
my tendencies are starting to go out of control
i've counted the freckles on your nose and i know that you tap your fingers when you are at a loss for words
i come up with these scenarios
these drawn out stories
the ones where nothing else matters except for us
notice me
touch me
love me
Cold summer night,
quarter of the moon gone,
still shines bright, down
on this peaceful
Adirondack night.

Thinking of things I left,
and those I haven't found.
What could be hidden through
the mist across the lake?
Perhaps a vision of my
next mistake.
I wake up,
I never sleep

I fill my lungs,
I never breathe

I move my lips,
I never speak

Broken pipes that never leak

I open eyes,
I cannot see

I spire thoughts
I cannot teach

I drip in eighths,
I cannot listen

Outside you see happiness
on the inside theres nothing,

but tortured souls that cannot glisten
 Jul 2013 Crystal Alissa Sierra
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her skin was as white as chalk
and her heart was as cold as ice
and she was still
so very young
but she felt like all her life
would come to an end
if she didn't find
"the one"
soon

she was naive
to the worlds cruel ways
and unbeknown
to the way that life's
most devious plans
always ended in somebody getting hurt
not just her

but she felt alone
with nobody to hold
and so much love to give
and every time
she thought she had found someone
to love and care for
she was taught that love
was a falseness
that existed only
in her fairytales
and her most extraordinary
fantasies
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