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 Apr 2014 no one
Silver Lining
I always wanted
Someone to tell
My darkest secrets to.

I always wanted
Someone that I
Could trust with my thoughts

I always wanted
Someone to love
My every fault

I always wanted
Someone to tell
Me their own story

I always wanted
Someone that I
Could love uncondionally

I always wanted
Someone to love
My need to write poems

I always wanted
Someone like you
But now I am afraid

Because how would
Someone like you
Want to love a poet

A poet who
Cannot seem to
Talk about loving you?
I love him. I know I do. But every time I try to say it- the words catch in my throat. I told him that I was in love with him- but it's not the same. I wish I could tell him- why is it so hard for me to just say "I love you"
 Apr 2014 no one
reflectionzero
A poet in love
Is a match soaked
In gasoline.

-r0
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it will kick you in the diaphragm.
I haven't seen you in awhile my dear
And now there's something I've come to fear
That I don't remember the smell of your hair
But at least I'd recognize that smile anywhere
And I might not remember the taste of your lips
But I still want my arms around your hips
But your laugh, now that is unforgettable
And every moment we're together, is un-regrettable
Oh I miss you with every fibre of my being
And I'm jealous of those friends, whom you keep on seeing.
 Apr 2014 no one
skyler molina
I appreciate you for kissing me when no one else would & holding my hand no matter how cold it was;
& for always remembering that i'm more delicate than your lips & this kind of love can only happen once;
& the fact that I always loved you more, but you somehow always showed me more love;
& no matter how angry I made you, you always forgave me because you knew that the ocean would sink itself if it could;
& for always crawling past the bad times, because you knew how beautiful the good times were; because you knew how beautiful we were.

If you ever read this I want you to know:
The one thing I loved more than your smile was the way you smiled at me;
& the reason I couldn't love you any harder was because I put all of my love into writing about you, not actually giving that love to you;
& I forgive you for giving up on me, I would have given up on a fully lit moon also;  i'm sorry I couldn't illuminate the night sky every night for you;
& all of the reasons I couldn't kiss you as hard as I wanted to were all the same reasons why I want to die with you in my arms;
& the way you used to look at me felt like skydiving with no parachute on, or being the last one standing in a game of dodgeball, or sinking to the bottom of a bathtub that's filled with your love & affection, or running a marathon while running on no hours of sleep, or seeing the moon for the first time, or realizing that the love we had is more meaningful than any high paying dead-end job, or traveling the world, or feeling something for somebody they said was an impossible feeling.

If you ever read this I want you to know, thank you, for everything.
 Apr 2014 no one
Rj
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 Apr 2014 no one
Rj
I watch as the people I once knew
Become the people I don't know anymore
I miss them a so much
Growing up is amazing and depressing
That girl who was always happy is now sad
That girl who was so innocent is now ruined
That girl who was cracking jokes fell silent

That leads me to wonder. Did I change too?
Do others notice a small silent change in me?
 Apr 2014 no one
April
Harm
 Apr 2014 no one
April
i destroy myself
before you get the chance
because the pain i give myself
could never hurt
as much
as your gentle touches
smile wide

you see me at my time of weak
your warm eyes question mine
i feel the pain
pounding my outer wall
till its all gone

i wish you didn't make me feel this
way
every time your presence greets mine

if  only you understood
how inferior i really am
i speak out to those who feel what i feel

i speak for the quiet ones,
those that feel alone and scared and want to fall into space

i speak for the hopeless lovers, left alone in hotel rooms
to cry on the cold tile floor

i speak out for the people that i know cannot
speak out anymore, their voice box broken amongst the shatters of their heart

i speak out for the failures, for the ones who feel a blow
from their mind when they disappoint someone else yet again

i speak out for the ones that cannot let go of
memories that intertwine every delicate vein in their chests

and i speak out for the lost lovers so buried under
burdens that they are left to scurry for their own form of substance in the empty room around them

i speak out for all of them and those in between--the silent ones, the ones whose
words have never been quieter and minds have never been louder
 Apr 2014 no one
Wednesday
I wonder if you’d want to know
I named all of my demons after you and
they haunt me in my sleep

when I was 14 I fell asleep in April and dreamed of bones and
I’m not sure I’ve really ever woken up since

when I lost 5 pounds I never saw a difference

when I lost 10 my mother said I was looking good

when I lost 20 she told me to stop and handed me food
and I became anemic

when I lost 25 I stopped drinking anything because
I felt water had calories

when I lost 30 my mother held me on her lap
and held my bones together for me

when I lost 35 I started fainting every morning and
the doctors could no longer easily find my blood pressure

when I lost 40 people started to stare and food made me cry

when I lost 45 it hurt to walk and to lay down
it hurt to eat
it hurt to breathe and
I started throwing up my empty stomach

the mind plays tricks on those that decide
nourishment is not needed

Eat.
 Apr 2014 no one
Silver Lining
Because starving doesn't hurt as bad
As looking in the mirror.

Because dragging a thin piece of metal
Across my skin, gives the pain a place to live.

Because when it's dark and I'm alone
There's no more voices to say "No."

Because I know it'll be hard for you
To understand- thats why I'll give you a hand.

Because I know how badly you want
To know me. But help me understand this-

Are you ready?
It's getting harder to fight. He wants to get to know me.. But who would want to know *this*?

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