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Isabelle Jul 2016
(a true confession of mine)


I am a coward for pushing you away
The truth is,
I am starting to lose myself in loving you,
And I am afraid of what I might become because of you
I am falling fast and hard,
That if I fall for you, I will never be the same again
This is for you. Sorry, I am afraid. My heart is clouded by fears and questions. I like you so much, really, but I could not trust you enough. I am me when I am with you, that's the best part of it. And to end it all, I think I love you too, but I had to say goodbye.
Isabelle Jul 2016
~
Just like the movies,
Everything went in a slow motion
Teary eyes and wet cheeks
Unexplained emotions

3 words
He’s about to spill
The air was cold
The room went still

“I love you”
He wishpered

It was the magic word
That changed her world

Never did she expect
To hear those words
For she always thought
That she was never enough

She felt loved
She felt wanted
Yet she was terrified
Yet she was overwhelmed

"I love you"
He repeated

It was the magic word
That changed her world

But the magic word,
didn't work
Silence was her answer
Questions were her answer

~
For I know nothing of love.
  Jul 2016 Isabelle
Stephan

My dreams
come at moments
when you are
not near

For there’s no
need to dream
if I have
you here
  Jul 2016 Isabelle
Devin Lawrence
Back in the day
of youth and play
my dreams
and my reality
seemed so similar to me.
I'd get that deja vu
and the scene came true,
and I knew I'd make it through
because I had been in those shoes.

I learned to lucid dream -
I loved to control the seams -
and the characters around me
were creations of my animosity.
They reflected my thoughts and visions
under those pubescent conditions,
and yet I stayed one step ahead
by resting cozy in my bed.

Then time had passed,
roles recast,
and the settings changed -
a bigger bed, a room rearranged.
My dreams had changed course:
reality and fantasy divorced,
and each individual's face
lost its place
in the palette of my desires;
if a dream never comes true,
is it then considered a liar?
  Jul 2016 Isabelle
Stephan
.

The morning sky is dark
as I stand in the shadows waiting
on an empty Tuesday disguised as a Monday
Hoping for a happy welcome but finding silent
rejections in unwritten emotions left
elsewhere for those who remember
what it’s like to smile within the
playful intentions shared,
and a frown is all I am left to wear

All I wanted to do was love you and
feel like I was someone you cared about,
not a brittle twig lying underfoot
waiting to be stepped on
as you run to the others
who beckon your heart,
make you feel special,
give to you those things that you need,
unlike what I bring, embarrassment
wrapped in a frilly bow

Still I am here writing to you,
hoping my words, my verses are read,
so you understand how I feel,
all the while knowing full well
I don’t meet up to those who . . .
those who satisfy your needs,
those you can't wait to be with,
those who make you happy,
those who overshadow my sunshine
in a place that is much brighter,
a place where you thrive,
a place that you love,
a place I am not
Isabelle Jul 2016

Because every night
I stare at the glittering sky
constantly asking the moon and stars
about the possibility of us

And if the stars could speak
they would probably told me
to stop asking the same question
over and over again

And maybe, the moon
is also bored of watching me swoon,
me being a hopeless romantic,
delusional like a lunatic

Dream catchers on my window
Doodles of your name under my pillow
The same wish on every shooting star
I am willing, no matter how far

I could stay like this forever
Because illusions are way better
Better than the reality
That there will never be a possibility
Of you and me

I'll just admire you from afar, my love.
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