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 Aug 2013 J
Tessa F
Your past can't hold you back.
 Aug 2013 J
Tessa F
Hurting and lost
Until I washed up on your shore.
 Aug 2013 J
Tessa F
Even the skies are crying for you today,
Beloved soldier.
 Aug 2013 J
Tessa F
Almost Tears
 Aug 2013 J
Tessa F
Fetal position
Gathering my survival tools
As the tears begin to carve canyons down my face.
Tissues are ineffective water buckets
I'm losing ground
Puddling tidal waves
Now losing sight of the shore.
The phone rings
Splashing wakeup call
Drifted almost too far to pick up,
But the life ring was tossed
When my canyons echoed your words
*It's okay.
 Aug 2013 J
Tessa F
It's you
Who keeps feeding the butterflies
In my tummy.
(:
 Aug 2013 J
Tessa F
He may not be a poet,
But there is a certain kind of beauty
In his knowing
Exactly what to say.
 Aug 2013 J
Tessa F
Ask me impossible questions
Request things of me you know I cannot do
And tell me dreams I can't fulfill for you.
Scream at me when things go wrong
Vent to me your deepest pains
Lean all of your weight on me
And then leave me out in the cold.
I am at your disposal darling,
Nothing you do could push me away.
Because pain in this world is inevitable
And goodbyes are sometimes the hardest things
But we do have some choice in who hurts us.
Through the good and the bad and the beautiful and the difficult,
Sweetheart it has been a privilege to love you.
"You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices." - John Green
 Aug 2013 J
Tessa F
I don't need to dress up
To feel good about myself,
But I sure do like the way
Your eyes sparkle
When you look at me.
 Aug 2013 J
Tessa F
Look Around
 Aug 2013 J
Tessa F
There is so much beauty in stating the obvious:
It's snowing outside.
Look at that sunset.
My god how your lips are soft.
Sometimes, the universe just wants to be noticed.
 Aug 2013 J
Tessa F
During the peace before I fall asleep
When thoughts of you take over my mind
My hands subconsciously curl up
As if attempting to hold on to a memory
Before it gets tangled up in my dreams.
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