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  Mar 2015 El
Erin
And she swore,
*He was the darkest heaven she had ever seen.
El Mar 2015
Choking on death
but loving the taste
Tears cloud my eyes
left by a toxic waste
My lungs burn
Like the fire within
But I only say
"One more breath"
My addictive, smoking sin
El Mar 2015
I struggle
to leave
to fly away
from all that
hurts me
pains me
breaks me
but my only
restrain
is you

Holding my hand
But not with love
Gripping my heart
but not gently
Love taps
stained with bruises
my restrain
is you
but I can only welcome death
because what else can I do?
El Mar 2015
Beauty is not in the face; Beauty is found in the heart
El Mar 2015
Its amazing what just an object can do
Depending on who it was from
And what it means to you
Given to me is a borrowed gift I treasure
It is not a car
A phone
But merely a
Sweater

It may seem silly
It may seem odd
That a sweater can do so much
But along with the
Warmth
The laughter
And the love
It brings
I would rather have your sweater
Then any of the other electronic things
El Mar 2015
"Pull down your shirt"
"Fix your top"
"That shirt is too low!"
"Get a longer skirt"
"You *will provoke an attack"

Sometimes
It sadden me to know
that the world is not
teaching some men how to
look at women with respect
and instead
society is telling women
to be conservative
so
men won't be
*Distracted (?)
This was not meant to be offense, so I do hope you do not take it as such
El Mar 2015
It hurts to know
I love you
It hurts to say
you care
It hurts to smile
claim my platonic love
for you
when I know that all of my heart
is really there
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