Her eyes were dark,
the life ****** right out of them.

lips chapped, dehydration.

cheeks sunken in, deprivation.

the pale face staring back at the person she
had let her broken heart turn her into.

the broken heart that was transforming, mutating, and  morphing
her once beautiful blissful life into her own personal hell.

Thinking about you gives me a pit in my stomach.
hitting deep to the core of everything
that pesters, harasses, and eats me up.

holding my head as if somehow that
erases the memories of the agony piercing.
but you, are permanent. Never changing.

Wiping my eyes of everything that is you.
A tear for the laughter and
a tear for the pain.

Lets hide away.
Lock our selves in a little room,
our skin will touch and our entire
beings will become one.

you will look at me and
no words will ever be needed.
our communication
based on simple looks alone.

our story like a Bon Iver love song.
a poetic jumble of melancholy bliss.
and our love will be shared by
just us two.

No one will be there to infect it
to make it something we know
that it most certainly is not.
Lets hide away.

Lying on the chair bracing myself when
the gun begins to buzz.
Butterflies attacking my heart
While it races so quickly it becomes a life
Of its own with no body to control it.
And the needle emerges.
Ink seeping into the holes in my skin,
Flash floods rushing in the desert.
Unexpected feelings, hurting so good.
Satisfaction coming with each letter.
Branding me with memories: indelible ink.
Concentration in the eye of the artist.
Each moment being savored, as one letter
Forms into the next on an empty canvas
That soon will be a masterpiece.
These words on me for an eternity  
as a reminder of the people who live
In my heart just the same.

You wake up,
Ask me for something as simple as a glass of milk.
But as my duty as a younger sister,
Like a daughter being told to pick up her toys
I didn’t want to do what You asked me to.

You’re eyes were that of the constellations,
I didn’t understand them.
I knew You were trying to cry out to me,
Why didn’t i listen?

Sirens all around us.
The sound like a cicada, blaring on a summer night.
Why couldn’t I understand?
When will I ever understand?

Sometimes I sit awake in my bed,
Trying to fit all the pieces together.
The difficulty as intense as a 1000 piece puzzle.
No one could ever be in my place and
Maybe I don’t want them to.

Maybe I would be happier if I sat like those cows,
Out in the middle of the field.
No one to bother them, no one around to have
To explain their feelings to.

The friction between me and my emotions
Is like that of two opposing magnets.
They just wont quite come together,
But still I try to force them.

Sometimes I still think about that day.
And sometimes even accidentally wish I were back,
To be taken back to the time where you
Were still in that bed.

No one around.
Just me and just You.
No one around,
just Your body, at a slant.
Like the horizon, so far out of reach
But maybe id be happier that way.

The thought is almost jarring.
But my mind always wanders.
Like it should be put on a leash,
One of those harnesses.
Almost like the harness on a 5 year old
In Disney land.

How do You go from asking me a simple question, to being
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