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Esmeralda Reyes Mar 2014
Give me a summer breeze because I'm tired of my cold breath,
Give me nights to remember because I'm tired of having to stay home finishing my homework,
Give me a room full of flashing lights and dancing because I'm tired of standing still,
Give me a group of people who are ready to let loose because I'm tired of feeling tired,
Give me the chance to rest my hand in yours because I'm tired of seeing you around with her,
Give me beach ***** and sand because I'm tired of my mind feeling like the rush of the ocean waves,
Give me red lipstick and a little black dress because I'm sick of wearing my school's uniform,
Give me nights out in the forest by a campfire because I'm tired of the unbroken silence,
Give me shorts and one shoulder shirts because I miss the sun hitting my skin,
Give me late nights filled with moonlights and stars because I'm tired of my dull nights,
Give me long hair and tanned skin because I'm tired of never looking my best,
Give me laughter and happiness because I'm tired of being so serious,
Give me summer, because I'm ready for things to get better.
Esmeralda Reyes Mar 2014
I know the night is cold,
And I know tonight you're all alone,
I am on this side of the door but I haven't left the spot I sat on that will make it easier to unlock it.
You are on the other side of the door probably pacing my doorsteps,
You're probably fighting sleep and probably wondering if you should just get in your car and go home.
I've got one hand on the door handle and the other holding my glass of wine.
I've been listening to your apologies but they get faker by the minute,
I rather listen to the sound of the wind blowing though the emptiness that is the other side of my door,
But to be completely honest with you,
I don't want you to leave.
I know I make this hard for you but if you stick around,
I promise it'll be better than the night you first kissed me on the other side of the door after our first date,
I'm scared to hold you close because I never learned how to let go.
And even though I've been gone,
I still need you on the other side of my door.
Esmeralda Reyes Mar 2014
I've tried my hardest to forget you,
I traveled a different city to see new faces that would allow me to forget yours,
I kissed new lips to forget your taste,
I took new roads to avoid your doorstep,
I stayed away from pen and paper because I no longer wish for you to be who I find myself writing about,
But tonight you called and answering came too easy for me,
Rain is falling down my window and my radio plays countless songs that remind me of you,
And once again,
I've written a poem about you.
Esmeralda Reyes Feb 2014
The cracks on the sidewalk you like to walk over represent the way you’ve left my mind,
The rain falling down from the sky represent the way I’d fall for you over and over again,
The puddles you splash around in while wearing your red rain boots represent the thoughts I had of ever getting my sanity back,
The movement my guitar strings make to create sound represent the way my stomach felt when I saw your brilliant face,
The airplanes in the sky represent the way you’d make my mind drift away as you held me in your arms,
Everything I see or hear is suddenly a reminder of how messed up you left me,
I’d say you broke my heart but I’m still living, but everything inside me has completely dried up and died.
Esmeralda Reyes Feb 2014
I gave you my armor in war,
I faced your spears and your guns without carrying a shield to protect me from the shots you’d throw at me,
But when another enemy tried to take you down,
I dove in front of you to protect you although you had all the tools that would keep you safe,
It wasn’t till I looked around and saw the ****** faces who weren’t prepared to fight that I realized what love truly meant,
For you, I’d let myself turn vulnerable and fragile with the lack of protection of my own,
I gave you all that I owned just so you’d stay alive,
I’d let myself die just so you could breathe a little longer,
You were protected,
You were untouchable,
But if I witnessed anyone launching at you with malice intensions,
With a naked soul, I’d risk myself to protect you,
You had all the armor you needed,
But I always wanted to give you more even if it meant I wouldn’t leave this war a living soldier,
So when you ask me what love is,
Think of me in a fragile suit killing anyone who stands in front of us,
Just so you won’t get your hands covered in blood.
Esmeralda Reyes Feb 2014
The summer wind brought a chill down my spine,
My sloppy walk with the sound that my flip-flops made faded as we jumped in the lake,
We gazed at the willow tree where you had kissed me the previous summer and acted like we didn’t remember,
We walked through the soft grass barefoot and laid down on a sunflower filed,
The leaves tickled my toes and you laughed at my sudden shriek when the odd looking bug climbed up my leg,
This was the way it was before you left after that year’s autumn.
I spent Thanksgiving Day grateful that you ever crossed my path,
But I was bitter when I thought of starting a new year without you by my side.
The sunflowers we used to love to stare at were all dried up and dead,
But I missed your presence  more than any silly flowers.
The cold air hit my face and I became rancorous as I thought of the warmth your body created next to mine.
I felt the nights grow older and I only became colder.
When snow started falling, the only thing I seemed to think of was the way you hated the cold and that if you were here, you’d probably wish you weren’t,
When fireworks struck the sky at midnight on January 1st, I couldn’t help but think of how much you would’ve loved the view from the lake we swum on every summer day.
Eventually snowflakes stopped falling over the once green grass,
The ice on top of cars and houses melted and the Christmas’ songs faded.
The wind became warmer, the grass became greener, and the flowers started growing,
I walked to the lake you loved so much and sat under the willow tree hoping that someday I’d find you swimming in it like you always were,
I waited, and waited,
But you never returned.
Esmeralda Reyes Feb 2014
It's such a shame, my best poetry comes from when I think of your name.
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