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 Feb 2015 Matthew Bourgeois
Creep
I have this fantasy
That one day you will strip away
All your fears,
All you facades,
All your faces,
And just let me see your soul.

I want to palm your heart,
The way you clutch mine so tight,
And feel it beat,
One, two, five...
Skipping three and four.

Finally,
I want to erase all the scars that run across you,
Old markings and tales,
Railroad tracks leading to burnt out bonfires,
Almost forgotten,
But always reminding you that they are there.

But really,
Above all,
Is that I just want you to be
happy.

**Even if I'm not.
Just came out... idk. Some parts are true some parts made up.

Ravers fantasy
Nightcore cover
I play blind.
Take you in with other
Senses.

Read your every line with my
Fingers, taste your
Sweet salt,

Smell the cotton and sleep
That held you, before I
Woke you up with

Hands and whispered kisses,
Craving to hold you
Myself.

I love you in
Moonlight. I love
You.

Your scents and flavours.
Your heartbeat escapes like
Poetry from your ribcage.
It seems I am in love
with ideas, notions,
and places I have never been.

I am in love with the idea
of forever,
of waking up beside
the one I love
everyday, until we both
cease to be.

I am in love with the notion
that there is someone
perfect for everyone,
that someday I wont
be all alone.

I am in love with the idea
of complete happiness
of being satisfied with
exactly what life hands me.

I am in love with places
that I have never been
places that I may never
get to go.
I am in love with
skylines I may never see.

I am in love with the idea
of love itself.
The notion that one can
accept someone
exactly as they are
and run away with their heart
to places neither
have ever been.
“I swear it to you,”
“He had you in this life...
...but during the next million you’ll be only mine.”
Okay I found this line in a fanfiction I read online XDD
But this was one of my favorite lines from the story so I wanted to share it.
 Feb 2015 Matthew Bourgeois
Xyns
And there it was
Beating in my hands

I didn't know
What to do with it

So I threw it down
**Leaving it in the sand
I'm Sorry, Dear.
I am so very
tired, so tired it is
bone deep, inside me.

it is the type of
exhaustion that makes life hard,
and unbearable.

Yet I have miles to
go before I rest again,
for forevermore
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