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Too
Too perfect
To let you go

To happy
To cry

Too special
All this time
I'm spending with you

Too sad
to say goodbye

Too late
To leave

Too much fun
So you stay with me

Too in love
To not tell you
I'm in love with you
Sometimes I get so tired of feeling like a series of chemical reactions
Like once these electric pulses flow from my brain stem
through my wires of vessels and veins to the tips of my fingers
I am a puppet to the robotics of biology
Strung by my nerves and pulled by my emotions,
I cannot control these tears
Stupidity is merely short circuiting,
and maybe I just need to recharge
I think this taste in my mouth is acid;
my teeth are batteries leaking this energy
Onto my tongue and my lips
These are the loudest parts of this machine,
But each word, each kiss is not nearly as loud
As the programming in my mind
Maybe that's why I'm just a bunch of ****** gears and twisted cables
Because all this code of love and lust
Is a combination waiting to combust
And I feel unable to contain it
Some men say that there are five senses
But I know that this is a lie
For when our bodies are pressed together
I can feel beyond the nerves of my skin
More than synchronized heart beats and falling breaths,
I close my eyes as the differences between us wear thin

From birth we have an idea
Of where the body lays
Whether in motion or at rest
The distance of various limbs is known
Without a single glance
And now, I cannot tell what is yours and what is my own

We are so close
Wet with whose sweat,
They say you can't really touch anything
Because in between there is always an infathomably small space
But here, I know where you are
And this is something not even physics could displace

You're not my other half
But ****, does it feel like it
When you smile, so do I
And if you're wondering where I am, me too;
Once I'm alone, with this empty sense,
I am so lost without you
in a certain light your hair
looks like black brush strokes
against the red of these walls.
I see how your eye lashes
brush against your skin,
and I wonder if you could
paint just by blinking.
Lets be kids again and fall in love with everything we find along our journeys in this world.
Lets recapitulate all the moments of innocence and happiness we once lived.

Walk with me;
tell me about your day as if you were planning for tomorrow.
Express every detail with passion and energy.
Describe to me exactly how you feel.

Ponder with me;
question everything like it's the only thing you've ever known.

            Mature with me;
understand life for what life is,
we cannot control it's terms;
      we cannot always be there.
Spend time with yourself instead of worrying about others for a change. Reevaluate yourself as honest as can be. Get to know who you really are.
Accept that person,
    cherish that person,
        never let them go.

Consider the times where you thought you'd never see tomorrow but still woke up the next morning and things got better as time killed everything with age.
Find comfort in the present, live for the moment, and don't be afraid to fall in love..

         It's what kids do.
I wrote this for the most beautiful girl.
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Trying some concrete poetry again.
 Apr 2014 Evelynn Hohenbrink
1923
If you have anxiety
and you think your shaking voice is a weakness, marry somebody
who thinks it is the sweetest thing
they have ever heard. Marry somebody
who judges the quality of words

instead. Or if they get stuck in your head
like that one thing you said at a party 2 years ago

that you still regret.
I think of you quite often when I go to bed
The good the bad and  ugly constantly fill my head

Your smell, your touch,your laughter
the way we starred into eachothers eye

Your yell ,your lies, your vulgarity
the way you made me cry

It doesn't make much sense that I could not let you go
The times that you did come back were nothing but a show

The bruises and the cuts you left should be enough to close my heart
But it's my irrational tendencies here that keep me torn apart

Why does a man so undeserving hold this place in my heart?
For he is just a boy ; no MAN would take advantage of that spot
I run
I hide
From sea to border
To find, to hide
From a life out of order
The tides that bind
The likes of mind
Music
Laughs
Passion and such
Are only what we have in common,
Not much
But I run
I hide
From sea to border
To escape you
..Get my life in order
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