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Let me drink love words from your  willing lips

Let me  read and reread the brail engraved in your fingerprints

Let me breathe in your dreams made of fears and stardust

Let me absorb your flaws like  the sun is absorbed by dusk

Let me trace hopes and dreams on the groves of your ribs

Let me tell you our story with your hands on my hips

Let me thank the aligning of constellations and stars

Let me hold you forever, though forever seems far
I found this love
like playing tetris

Anxiety at the falling of pieces
too fast

There are still holes in there

And I stand like a brick wall now
full of peep-holes
and glory holes
all places to let the cold in

And maybe I held you like a blanket

And maybe we played each other like Jenga
pulling out bricks
to restack somewhere else

A smaller structure
But stronger than we are
First time I have touched a computer with internet access in months. Writing this freestyle from a library somewhere in San Diego. Much love HP.
The last time I saw your eyes, I stopped breathing.
But I haven't seen them since I realized you never truly existed.

Only the reflection I created for you beside me did.
I turned my head one day and noticed you weren't there.
So I went searching the world and cried your name

Now I look around me at all the ones that could take your place and I hang my head.
You aren't out there.
You are in me and no one will ever be able to get closer until I find a way to live with you or leave you in the darkness.
****** up and falling fast
I'm reminded that even now
all I think about is you.
Are you listening?
Listening now?
Aching, shaking, asking
for no one but you.
Tings ringing, remember
much as I'd like to
I can't sing something
beautiful, Beautiful.
You hate the idea but I
wonder how I look to you.
Want to rest my head
in the roots of your omnipresence.
Fill my heart and I'll be
the inside of your silent arms.
Call me breaking, call me
giving up and falling in.
Find me close and I promise
I'll find a way to be closer still.
 Oct 2013 Julian Dorothea
Morgan
there's a pit inside my stomach
it was full of you last night
but today it's empty
and it aches

you once told me
that we all have a thin line
that separates love from addiction

oh how,
mine blurs and bends and fades
for you
still a slave to your memory,
though i have quasi-healed
i have found sanction in him
in a love that is real
you,
ball and chain on my broken heart
he,
the thread that has sewn the two parts.
I will love both of you,
one willingly,
one not.
until the day comes
that you've finally gone
 Oct 2013 Julian Dorothea
Pluto
I don't think you get how difficult this is for me. Do you?

At home, I can never be alone, always around my family because they are convinced I am a danger to myself and they have to keep constant watch over me. It's more like I'm trapped. I do not feel cared for, or loved (even though they do) but it feels like a prison where privacy and solitude no longer exist.

On campus, I cannot be myself. This writer, poet, loner, silent girl who only speaks to people who seem decent or whom initiates a conversation because she is too scared to do it herself. This insecure girl who must now change to acquire friendship, company. She only wants to be liked, accepted, and to belong. **** on Wednesday, clubbing, flings, shisha. I do not understand why it takes so much to have a friend that would stay. I smoke, and that would be the limit, but my loneliness begs for so much more.

In public, I want to just shout out who I am and who I could really be. I want to walk up to strangers and spark up a conversation of similar interest. Ask how they're doing, or if their family is well. Let them know I could be their friend and allow them to cry on my shoulder about the trauma they've been through. But I cannot. No one smiles when I smile at them, they only walk faster and turn their heads away. Why is it that simple acts of kindness or just friendliness can be such a disgusting and rare thing?

When I'm alone, I can be myself. I can cry and shout and sing and write and dance and do stupid things. I can smoke and laugh and scribble and put on make-up and take selfies while no one's watching. I can be at my worst, and I can be my best when I'm alone. It's a blessing and a curse but it's solitude which I treasure so much.

It's funny how much I crave companionship; a friend, a partner, a love interest. Yet, I wish to be alone. Why is that?
another rant.
I just needed to get it out of my system, sorry.
(will be deleted upon request because this isn't an actual poem anyway)
with my eyes wide shut,
and my mouth locked open,
try and tell me what its like to be broken
pain like a fire, yet detached and frozen
they say its my fault,
the life i've chosen
drowning yet parched,
this longing is tearing me apart
and i never chose to love you
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