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It never ceases to amaze me-
how excited my dog gets to see me
every single time she sees me.

It doesn't matter if it's been thirty minutes or three days-
she jumps into the air and licks my face with such urgency;
greeting me like a long-lost child who hasn't seen their parent in years.

If only you would get as excited to see me as my dog is
every time she sees me.
Emotions come, expressions glide
Some words emerge from deep inside
Each scratch from pen
Immortal Zen
Each Page is where it will begin

Yet secret slips,
This never ends
 Sep 2014 Teenage Mess
Helen
what if there are no signs?
what if there was one?
and I missed it?
because I was happy
in your happiness
what if I missed
the single tear
that fell down your face
and was licked away
at the corner of your smile
what if I was happy
you were happy
(because you said so)
so I, I don't know,
I like, started keeping pace
with the anomalies in my life
I took my glance
away from you
for just a second
and everything wasn't
all right?
What if there were
no signs
but they were as subtle
as the first snow
if I forever live
on tenterhooks
I'd know!
but...
if I miss a sign
and the edge appears
on a knife
I'm consigned
to live a half life
I love with all my heart and soul a long time PTSD anxiety depressive person and I still fear I will miss the signs :(
 Sep 2014 Teenage Mess
Antonio
Speak softly,
so I may savor
every morsel
of your tender
words.

~~~
Shouted the boy-child,
upturned empty hands.

"All that I've got are these words that I've learned!"

As his love ran wild,
and refused to return.

"These cliched lines, I believe in these phrases!"

But she just doesn't care,
and prefers being jaded.
our love is my daily coffee
the first thing i look forward to
in the mornings.

the only difference
is that i can't add sugar
when our love is bitter,
and you've always had a thing
for liking your coffee black.
 Aug 2014 Teenage Mess
holyoak
i'm holding your breath
so you won't leave me
and i see you slowly suffocating 
i'm too selfish to let go
so instead i suffer with you
i feel your lungs straining
and i ask you to take me in
like i'm the last drag
of your last cigarette 
let me fill your collapsing lungs
the ones that are crumbling into each other
the way we did
i was always your nicotine
and you always knew 
i'd be the end of you
but you couldn't quit me
i always knew
this would end
i'm an addiction out of style
we always knew
we would consume each other
in the worst of ways
so i'll tear you apart
from the inside out
we've always known 
that the smoke in your lungs
has my name on it
i've become a disease
i guess that makes me cancer
or at least 
something just as vile
just as ruthless 
just as deadly
just as selfish 
at least you'll remember me
i guess that all describes me
and i guess the smoke 
describes you too
and it describes us
how we drifted into each other
stealing parts of one another
and setting off again
losing ourselves
but gaining new parts
and maybe the point
is losing yourself in another 
but if we're the smoke
then we're the cancer
we're just as vile
just as ruthless 
just as deadly
just as selfish

[holyoak]
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