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My conscience is loud
yet my voice never comes,
It's disarming what dependency can do, altering your character,
until you are simply a character,
weaving falsities into strands of fools gold, until you're living in an armor
of the emperors new clothes.

I swore to myself,
that I would never again be this person, the one with my finger
on the self destruct button,
but sliding down the hill
comes much easier than climbing.

And at the bottom,
numbness awaits me,
making me fearless.

I feel the cold wash over me,
goosebumps all throughout my being,
as the waves begin to rise.  

She covers me,
salty yet sweet,
and everything makes sense.

The meaning of life in a pretty peach casing.

I am Invincible.

I am Oblivious.

She peaks and soon crashes,
repeatedly against me,
making me feel like the world could end and I wouldn't even think to care.

But what at first seemed exhilarating, wears on me to no end,
the buildup and constant let down.

She's lost her novelty,
and with that,
the numbness fades.

Sobering up for long enough to realize,
I am the definition of insanity.

Inviting you back in so often,
I no longer have defenses against you.
You snuck into my priorities without me ever noticing.
Like that song you hate so much but can't help to sing.

Will I ever get rid of your tune in my head?

Will I ever be able to say no when you call?
Hello there
Miss Stranger
I'd like to know your name
Of course, this might seem rather strange
I'm afraid all we've had were passing smiles
And slight conversation
Friendly waves
and sideways glances-
from two seats away
Please forgive me for staring
You just caught my interest
A shy girl taking classes out of her league
And passing them as if it was simple elementary
I just had to know more
So I waved for the first time
And you waved in return
And thus, we were acquaintances

Hi there
Miss Stranger
All across the way
I enjoy the smiles we pass everyday
In class
The hallway rush
I wonder why I enjoy it so much
We've rarely spoken small talk
Much less what we believe in
So why does a smile from you give me such a happy feeling?
This isn't love
I've made that mistake before
Maybe you seem nice and I wish to know more
Oh dear, this may seem a bit much
I assure you I'm not after affection or lust
Just a smile
And your name
If it's all the same.

Hey there
Miss Stranger
Wasn't it such a lovely day?
It was the day
I finally got the nerve to say
That I'd like to be friends with you
After days of finding the words
and the courage
I finally approached
Defying every insecurity and doubt
For talking to strangers can be rather difficult
And even if you said no
I would be proud of myself for trying
To my pleasant surprise
You were delighted to!
It's always exciting to gain a new friend
For adventures and memories beckon as soon as they are created
It was a pity it was such short lived
For not even days after
We returned to our routine
Of smiles and waves
On an endless repeat
How did this happen?
Was it something I said?
Without warning
We slowly faded back
Into the strange stage of strangers
I guess I shouldn't complain
Could've been a lot worse
Though every possibility our "friendship" had
Faded away right along with your desire to know me
So it seemed

Oh, well
I suppose I should've seen it coming

Take care
Miss Stranger
And thank you anyway
I'll always be here to smile
When we pass everyday
Wow, never thought I would see this poem again.
Mostly because it's a mess. Some parts rhyme, some don't, and others don't seem to fit! Gah! Oh, well. Posting it, anyway.
I wrote this last year when I was rather lonely, for I was going through a difficult time. The girl was kind, and though we never really became close (or friends, for that matter) I am still happy to help her in anyway I can.
C'est la vie.
Thank you for taking the time to read this, it means the sea to me.
Have a wonderful day, wherever you are.

Take care.
 May 2017 Dulce Ivonne
aditi
YOU LIKE TO BUY CDS / YOU LIKE TO SIT ON YOUR WINDOW SILL AND SMOKE **** AS YOU LISTEN TO 80S MUSIC AND PONDER THE MYSTERIES OF THE UNIVERSE / "LISTEN, BABY. LISTEN TO THAT." / YOU LISTEN TO EVERY SONG / EXCEPT NUMBER THREE / "IT'S A FILLER TRACK, BABY. IT'S THE ONE THAT NEVER MAKES THE PLAYLIST. IT'S THE ONE THAT'S ALWAYS SKIPPED." / YOU LAUGH AND KISS MY FOREHEAD

BUT BABY, I'M YOUR TRACK NUMBER THREE.
Let sleep blanket itself
on every tangible inch
of ourselves.
And let it be
the strongest hindrance
on us ever waking up
on this neighborhood
of cheap wine, guilt-cigarettes and eternal hatred.
hannamaemata96
 Nov 2015 Dulce Ivonne
Xyns
I Do
 Nov 2015 Dulce Ivonne
Xyns
Till death do us part
Even if I tear you apart
Or burn up your heart

In sickness and in health
Neither pain nor wealth
Will save you from my hell

So say it.
"I do."
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