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  May 2014 Demitra Avra
Victoria Ruth
For you I was a chapter
A part of your life so brief,
You had no idea you stole
My heart so quickly like a thief

For me you were the book
I kept turning page by page
Never even imagining
By the end you’d disengage

Each sentence I read was delicate
Like a sweet melody of words
You and I were free to fly
As free as two blue birds

I thought the book would
Never end, and go on forever
But you shut the book tightly
And now my heart is severed.

You left me all alone
With just the pages to mend
Together my broken heart
Why oh why did it have to end?
he was my most treasured book
but now
blood and tears stain
the remaining pages
Hearts are fallen fast asleep.
Hearts are tired from your nightly weep.
Hearts are cracking like a broken skull
Hearts are many, but hearts are null.

Numbed to the pain of the outside
Numbed to the numbers on the scale of nine to five.
Numbed to the outcry you give when you speak.
Numbed to the hungry and numbed to the weak.

Filters are ***** with words unsaid
Filters are dusty from the dirt in our heads
Filters find flaws in our flawless bodies
Filters lie about things as simple as hobbies.

"Watch out for what you say, Sara!"
"Watch and learn how to [blank], Sara!"
Watch from behind the window.
Watch me become my own widow.
Demitra Avra May 2014
somehow he knew ever second of my day
every shape and curve i had to my name
the little spec outside the color of my eye
and the way my collarbones aligned
and he knew me from the outside within
he could tell you what was on my mind
exactly when id fall asleep at night
the perfect time to squeeze me while wrapped in his arms
he knew me
and the worst of all
he knew what would get me to break and fall
some certain words and id collapse aimlessly to the floor
he knew me in every inch and form
and somehow every little thing id done
he knew me well enough to know id fall
and he knew that enough that i wouldn't let go
that no matter what i'd love him after all
I think we love
who we do because
we see ourselves
in them.

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