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I can't seem to adjust to how the world always feels dark even when the sun is shining
Because your smile always brightened my days even when the skies were full of sorrow
And I can't tell when it's storming or if it's just my heart screaming out for you again

You were my world but I never truly knew how much you meant to me until your presence became a memory that felt more like a dream than reality
But now it's like I'm living in an unending nightmare where I fall asleep to your heartbeats but wake up next to your corpse

I lie down in the very bed the earth has now become for you
Wishing I could become part of it just to be closer to the person I love once more
But that isn't how life works and I still can't figure out why it would take something so good and strip this world of the few beautiful things it has left
And if you can hear me wherever your soul has traveled to please just know that I will always love you

I will always love you..
You’re an icicle
So flawless and beautiful
But so cold to me

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Please comment I love to read anything you have to say, stories, thoughts, interpretations, anything :)
There's never enough tea*, she said,
a single, cold finger tracing the lip
of an empty mug.
Adequate poem for this cold, November day in Indiana
Quiet hums
Empty aches
Everything, doomed to break

Phone's not ringing
Closed the door
It's all ending
Keep keeping score

Collarbones and broken hearts
Dizzy streets too long to walk
Leave a message, delete my name
No matter what it feels the same

I'll miss you
Her happiness was measured in milligrams-
the dosage of her Prozac,
or the amount of alcohol she didn't drink
alone in her room
and the number of men who lay on her bed
for twenty minutes-
thirty, on a good day.

The lengths we will go to feel alive
when what we really want is death.
I dreamt that I was a tyre
but I was punctured,
air was escaping.

I dreamt that I was a tank
but I was leaking,
water was draining.

I dreamt that I was a me
but I was crying,
parts of me were failing.

I can't go on
not when I'm hollow.
 Nov 2014 darling iridescence
JES
I'm addicted to
RED lipstick
fishnets
cigarettes

I fall in love with
wit
intelligence
arrogance

I need
passion
love
arguments

I feel
insane
hysterical
elated

She is
everything
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