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Marie Francisco Dec 2014
A mere meat, I am
In your eyes
I see hunger, thirst
Fooling around
For flesh, for satisfaction

You basked in my youth
Slowly stripping me
Not only of my covers
But also of my innocence
The thing I treasured most

And how naive I was
Allowing you full rein
On everything I held dear
My heart, most especially
Even if you did not want it

And now, I am devastated
Utterly destroyed
More broken than I had been before
Always asking myself
Who am I? Who was I before?
Innocent no more
Marie Francisco Dec 2014
You are everything
I love you as you are
No buts, no ifs
I love every flaw you have

I fell in love with your mind
With the sweet words
That emanated from your lovely lips
The lips that mine have come to know

I fell in love with your dreams
The way you tell stories
Tales from your childhood
And how your past relates to your future

But you didn't tell me
How you wanted the present to be
It was just past and future to you
And I can't recall you mentioning my name
In your tales of the past and in your hopes for the future

I am nothing to you
You are nothing to me
We just keep each other company
Til the day we see clearly
Marie Francisco Oct 2014
You never remember
Love, when it's gone
But what if
It's not yet gone
At least for you
Marie Francisco Oct 2014
They say love is never
How we imagine it to be
But I've grown tired
Of imagining love

It's a fleeting emotion
A speeding car
You never see it coming
Then it hits you

It'll leave you devastated
It'll leave you broken
But here, the bruises will heal
In love, the wounds won't

They say love is never
How we imagine it to be
It may be greater or worse
But it'll never be within the grasp of our understanding
Marie Francisco Oct 2014
If only there were
An alternate world
I would gladly give anything
To witness the beauty of it

An alternate world
An alternate You, an alternate Me
Where the alternate You
Falls for the alternate Me

Where the alternate You
Loves the alternate Me
Until it hurts, until it breaks you
And I'll be here, happy and complete
Marie Francisco Oct 2014
What makes it hard
Is that there is no measurement
No symptom, no signpost
To tell love apart from others

In the end
Love depends on one's self
We claim we are in love
We decide when we are in love
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