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sar Feb 2018
my hair is still wet
  from when i slept
(in) your arms
the night you let the bath run
sar Feb 2018
don't yell at me
and then forget
to close
the kitchen door.
does anyone else ever feel like this?
sar Feb 2018
freckle lined and hued with pink
angled gently in a curved facade
red, curled and pillowed
over her face and around
her ear.
coppered brown flick her
eye and eye and eye
trickle down, find
the bridge and there
***** of inhalation.
the arch of hair
lead over her forehead
blank in between
pointing downward to end
at the tip of her lip.
a lip turned coral
by the line of blood
traveled continually
hill to hill to hill.
her ear linked to the
gentle flaked cover
of her body.
word after word
floating from her throat
murmured into heartache
of an adrift lover.
marking her cheek up
and down
placed darkly
and with magic.
i had to write a lipogram describing my face without the letter "s". tada.
*ps. "***** of inhalation" was the only way i could think to say "nose"
  Feb 2018 sar
jess
i pulled the petals off a daisy,
it told me "she loves me"
the flower lied, but so did you.

you said, "i won't let it get that far."
you said, "i love you, i'm not gonna forget about you."
you said, "i can't have a relationship right now."
you said, "work will get so busy during the summer."
you said, "maybe we could try again sometime."
and then you left me for someone else.

you stopped loving me.
you forgot about me.
you were never going to give me another chance.
you said, "i don't like you anymore, and i don't think i will anytime soon."
and that was the only truth.

the flower lied to me when i pulled off its petals,
when it said "she loves me"
when she really "loves me not"
but the flowers lies don't even compare to yours.
sar Feb 2018
maybe i wasn't meant to be a poet.

           even my wrong,
        doesn't have the beauty to be right.
sometimes i feel completely empty. when i can't write, i feel as if i am missing a limb. today was one of those days.
  Feb 2018 sar
raine cooper
i wanted to tell you i loved you,
but the butterflies in my stomach swarmed my throat, and all the words got caught in their wings
©rainecooper
So happy this was picked for the daily! Thank you all so much for your kind words and support of my writing. I appreciate it, truly.
  Feb 2018 sar
raine cooper
i don't know how to do anything other than love you
even when you're the storm
pushing away shelter
i will wait for you
when you bury yourself in sadness, i will ****** my fingers and dig you out
when you can't find your self belief
i will hold your hands and love you anyway
when your mind becomes a battlefield
i will bring a sword to fight your demons

i'll become silence when there is noise
i'll be an open palm when all you can do is close your fists
i will teach you how to speak when your heart has nothing to say
and one day,  
you will die with the knowledge,
that somebody loved you,
more than she loved herself
©rainecooper
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