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Enola Cabrera May 2016
His presence brought me warmth on my coldest days
His smile, life on my most dreadful days
His eyes, light on the darkest of nights
His presence made me want to live not just survive

-EC
Enola Cabrera May 2016
An unfaltering hunger burned through me
An undesirable need to be near you
You were my living, breathing drug
That I just couldn't seem to get enough of

-EC
Enola Cabrera May 2016
Wrapped in your luscious balmy arms
Feeling your warmth, your colorful protection
I breathe you in, smelling the earth’s soil,
Piney trees, and the musty rain from the night before
Seeing the effervescent teardrops of water on the fresh leaves and the reflecting stream that beholds our picture
Hearing quiet tapping as it begins to sprinkle
The air began to thicken as the wind started to rage
Looking into your eyes I see a  roar that cannot be contained
A wildfire with a never ending spark
Never fearing our love will be bland
For, you touched me with your soft pleasant hands, promising spice
I could taste the deliciously  sweet sharp  tang  of our affection
With you,
I am home

-EC
Enola Cabrera May 2016
When we see our reflections, we see what others expect
We do our best to try and fit into society,
body shape, clothes, makeup, hair...
But in that process we lose ourselves
Forgetting our true beauty lies within
We are told we won't make it in life if we don't fit the mold,
That its not okay to not be okay, but it is
It's hard to be who we are in a plastic judgemental society
But without us the world's diversity would be nonexistent
Be who you are. Don't change because its what's expected
Enola Cabrera May 2016
What so strongly desired
Had already belonged and was sired
It hurt like hell to see she had no chance
But his happiness is worth more than her selfish romance

-EC
Enola Cabrera May 2016
I craved you
I craved your lips
The way I fit against your hips
I craved your scent
And hated when you were absent
Until one day you walked away
And I was forced to face nothing but today

-EC
Enola Cabrera May 2016
We could cover ourselves in ink and writing
But it will never stop us from crying
It won't save us from the past we have endured
It just means our scars are temporarily blurred
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