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I saw you holding her hand today
and I almost smiled at the two of you
but I stopped myself.

It's been two weeks since we've talked,
and I almost called you last night
but now I'm glad I didn't
because if you are with her now
I probably seem like the clingy one.

Funny how things change.

I remember when you used to talk about her,
you said she was your favorite person in the world
and I tried to act like I wasn't offended
since you were finally talking about something good.
I could tell by the way you smiled
when you told stories about her
that she made you happier than I ever could.

That's what you need:
to be happy.

I am glad you have her now,
and she can make you happy
in the ways I couldn't.
I want you to be okay.
I hope she can do that for you.

God knows I tried.
Let me in    
Let go and
Let me free fall through that florescent universe inside you
Let all the colors of the rainbow fall in my eyes the one's that you egnite
Can I live there in your heart right between your skin I'll blend in .
Let me sway between your fingers and fall asleep on your lips.
Let me live my days in your deep sparkling eyes that hide what my mind wants to hide
Let me inside
Let your demons burn me alive
Let your troubles hit me till I'm black and blue
I don't care cause I'm inlove with everything about you
Let you're essence crawl on my skin
So everyone would know

let me in
and don't ever let me go
There are weights
On my shoulders
That look like pebbles
To some
But feel like mountains
To me
hands which have touched so much
but have held onto none;
it is you that i'm asking forgiveness for.

i can hear his sigh in the hum of my ceiling fan
and i can taste him in my coffee.
this isn't depressing, this is love.
i just need to drink more.
you are everywhere and nowhere all at the same time.
i will hang on 'till i am looking right at you years from now and being glad that i did.
the problem with
being a poet in love,
is that you savour
& trust each word your lover has
without  question.

we are simply in love
with bare literature,
spoken from the lips of someone we hold
in higher regard
than ourselves sometimes.

when you love a poet
each word you utter,
should be a piece of artwork

each sentence,
a highly thought out structure of awe and beauty to leave us seeping
in the warmth of your voice
caressing such fine words

so when deciding that you love someone,
who writes or reads
fill their souls with beauty, memories & truth especially,
for a poet's heart breaks at ease.
thoughts.
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