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Diamond Dahl Dec 2012
The pair we make
My heels ringing on the pavement
Your arm gallantly offered
Steadying me on our traverse
The ground is wet, as is the air
Not that we notice
Laughter hiding in our conversation,
Our heads bent toward each other to share a secret
We are dazzling, and out of place
Our dress more suited to a scene from a film noir
Fine coats to keep the damp at bay,
Topped off with smart millinery
We care not
This is who we are, and what, and we love it
The modern world can keep its low-slung jeans, and Jäger bombs
We'll stick to jazz, and gin,
And just maybe find people like us.
Just silliness. :) This is how I see my life in my head. Sometimes it actually is like this, but not all the time. lol
Written 5 Dec.
Diamond Dahl Nov 2012
You still cross my mind more often than I'd like
Like today
I want to cry
for want of you

It makes my heart squeeze
Have you been warm enough
these past cold nights?
Or have you been driving, always driving
in your longed-for leather jacket?
Does your subconscious [heart] ever turn the wheel toward us?

Then I think of who may have kept you warm
That makes me flush with anger
and a bitter taste fills my mouth

with the metallic twinge of blood
I spit out your name

It is not my care anymore
How warm
Who warms
You
Are
Not
My
Concern
[Care]
[Possibility]
[Hope]
Anymore

the next day

Time
it flows
Today I am more distant
I know I should give up on you
You are not as magnificent as I thought you were
even Yesterday
Or you wouldn't have hurt me
us
you
so
Yes I know you must be hurting too
Or... at least I hope you do
Selfish thought but
I don't want to seem so trivial in your mind
though I wish I could make you trivial in mine
Then I might be able to
Move on
But today I know I should
We'll see if that happens

the day after that

You were never really mine
And Yet I feel you were stolen from me
By whom?
By him?
By them?
By you.
I know it's unhealthy
but still
I curl up in bed at night
And sigh
What some might think
Relaxed
but with a deep Sadness
All I can think is
"It was you tracing hearts on my back
with your fingertips"
Not the other way around
And I wonder if I'll ever feel your touch
Again

after three gin & tonics

I am an adult.
I will hold myself together when you walk in
I will not manically plead with your best friend
"why doesn't she want me??"
Fluctuating
Breaking down
Being mature
There is no reason
my
... discomfort
should bar you from fun.
Except I still want to break down
Typing this and putting a fake smile on my face
Like all is right
Going to **** the dance floor with
My heels
My pain
My tears

and later

I hate you
No
I hate me
In a voice more raw from
Smoke or emotion, I'm not sure
Wipe away your thin black tears
Go home
Don't be a sniveling *****

She wasn't meant for you

five days later

Silly, silly me
Thinking my Life empty without you in it
We spent more weeks Without you
Than with You
I hope you're happy
Wherever you are
And with whom
And with who you are
If ever you feel
A You might mesh with an Us,
Come find us
Until then, this pity party is over
Teardrop confetti dusting the Floor
Balloons, and Heartache, released [relieved] into the Atmosphere
My Life is full, even when my eyes couldn't see it through the Haze of my tears
Blessed be, dear one. <3
Begun Nov. 16
Diamond Dahl Nov 2012
Doesn't it feel great
When the words pour out of you
Fluidly, not stilted
Without thinking
Not needing to switch lines around
And you go back and are amazed at your own genius
"I wrote that"
:)
Diamond Dahl Nov 2012
Last night as I lay thinking of monsters under my bed...

                                                              creeping
                                              crawling               crouching
                                 clawing                                         clamoring
                       crushing                                                             crunching
             cracking                                                                                 
        clutching
     clasping
   clipping
   cutting
   cleaving
        crowing
              craving
                      craven
                              cringing                                              cowering
                                                            crying

... there are a lot of monstrous words that begin with C.
Reformatted 12 Feb 2013
Diamond Dahl Nov 2012
Is today the day?
To run away

We often spoke of it before
But this time maybe... something more?

More than just the whiff of change
A heady pull to rearrange

New home
New hope

So much to do

We'll be much happier
When we're through

Perhaps the chance to experience bliss
Not just mere contentedness

Across the land
To the other sea

To walk new paths
And feel a new 'free'

Making plans
Just you & me.
Diamond Dahl Nov 2012
I am a controlling boyfriend.
No, I am not a male, nor do I have a girlfriend to abuse. But I am the crazy stalker controlling boyfriend.
I have realized something in myself:
I am free with my boy and his casual flirtations, but am extremely jealous and possessive of my girls, when I have one.
Or even in my present case of not having one, I want to possess her as she has possessed me. I want all your time, all your thoughts, as you inhabit mine.
“How do you handle the jealousy??" It's funny, I don't get jealous when I have both partners in my bed, or in my arms. That is when I’m most content.
I get jealous when outsiders are flirtatious or show interest. It's also funny, I'm more annoyed when people flirt with him thinking he’s unattached.
I don't get it either; just a quirk of mine.
Perhaps my nonchalance with my boy is merely grown out of our time together. In nearly seven years, not one has managed to create a rift. Those who have tried have failed, and he and I have come out the better.
Patience is a virtue I do not possess, and the longer I go on incomplete... mayhap my own fears make me dig my claws into a new potential. Fear that someone else will charm such a rare unicorn away from me/us, and we’ll be left again, searching.
Nor is this a new feeling, for this young woman. A year ago, I felt the same overwhelming possessiveness. Then again, it would not do to compare the two; they are two different people, who hold different qualities.
The bitter jealousy I now project I have tasted before. The shock that I’ve become my own controlling high school boyfriend fills me with disgust.
Unbeknownst to her, I imagine her not only in my bed, in my arms, in my life… but also on my knee. I’ve never before considered someone as both lover and submissive.
Unbeknownst to me, would that make my jealousy grow or fade, were I to possess her in every way I’ve imagined?
Obviously I have some things to work on.
Firstly, finding our unicorn.
After my initial post of this piece made it to the trending list, I thought I owed it to you all to rearrange it in a more appropriate manner. This is Hello Poetry, after all.
Feel free to tell me which you prefer.
Diamond Dahl Nov 2012
I want to walk through the trees with you
Sun dappling our clasped hands
Our fears falling away behind us
Like leaves

Fall into a pile of leaves with me
Fall into love with me
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