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authentic Nov 2013
my love for you was a thought
a careless one in fact
that I placed inside beautiful picture frames
and hung around me on the walls
I'd built up

those simple ideas of old movies,
soft blankets, quiet breathing,
and late night coffee
the very thought of you
kept me awake

but the picture frames began to crumble
to fall off the walls
the shatter inside it's glass
the painted pictures fell
patiently to the ground
being walked all over by the
hard footsteps of reality

you would never guess that
a simple thought could travel so far
a simple thought could
leave you alone
a single, simple thought
could tear you like a thin sheet of paper
what a tragic thought, indeed
authentic Oct 2013
Falling in love is nothing and everything like they said it would be
It's mysterious and predictable
It's funny yet sad
It's song sounds like a sweet melody that
reminded you of bad dreams
It kept you awake at nigh and left you in a peaceful sleep
You see, falling in love is nothing and everything like they said it would be
authentic Oct 2013
You were the vacuum in my life, ******* out all of the bad things
All of the dirt, the waste, the trash, the insecurity that I swept under my carpet
You took it all away
I sat back in a clean apartment and kept thinking
What if I'd actually love being a mess...
authentic Oct 2013
Tangled
You and I
Like old earphones coming out of worn pockets
Like string sitting in a junk drawer
Like hair fresh from a nap
Like old shoe laces that were double knotted
You and I
Tangled
authentic Sep 2013
pastel drawings hanging on faded floral wallpaper in broken picture frames
this used to be a lovely scene before you left with
all of your secrets and lies swept under the carpet
these floorboards hold more skeletons underneath them than you could even count
I ask myself often how it was so easy for you to walk out
you didn't even lace up your shoes or
straighten up your hair
but before you try to step back into my life
don't forget to wipe your shoes on the doormat
for only God knows where those soles have taken you
muddy puddles, cracked concrete, and graveyard grass
but darling, one more thing
while you're out there on your own
be careful not to trust so fast
for I have more places to go in a game of hide-and-seek
more places that you never knew existed

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