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If only you could see
how
    much
                
            you've


br
      o
            
k
e
      n


                         me.
nothing seems to flow right these days
I keep asking myself

what I did wrong

what else do I have

that I can give to you

cause i tried.

I gave you my everything

and now i have nothing left
 Mar 2016 Bella Anima
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"What are you so afraid of?"

"The light"

"Most would say the dark"

"Because they are afraid of being alone."

"And you're not afraid of being alone?"

"I find solace in the dark, at night.
Where hurt has no space to enter.
Where expectations are uninvited.
Where I can be alone, and not be afraid of it."

"But why the light?"

"Its when I can see."

"And that's a problem?"

"It is when you've seen to much."
 Mar 2016 Bella Anima
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8 months
is way too short.
Cant remember the                 last                     time you fought.

You gave up, so did we.
Its spreading like a  W   I   L   D   F   I   R   E,
that's all we see.

Its not only taking you away, its dragging me along.
a part of me
C  H  A  N  G  E  D.
Helplessly, I'm
G  O  N  E.


C          A          N          C          E  ­        R
is ****,
I must admit.


It may take away      O     N     E      life.
But      EVERYONE ELSE      died a little inside.
 Feb 2016 Bella Anima
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Canvas
 Feb 2016 Bella Anima
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Paint me.

Add color onto my purity.

Sacrifice your clean brush,
for an angry stroke of red.

Let the colors define your emotions.

Paint a strong current of blue to show me,
just how sad you really are.

Let the colors define you.

Let a little green in,
portray your caring heart.

Let me in.

Add a tinge of yellow around the corners,
holding onto that thin line of faith you still have.

Let go of yourself, artist.

Stipple white gently,
and match me.

Let everything you hold be free.

But remember to avoid black,
for it destroys a perfect painting.

But if you must,
then add black,

and destroy me.
All I could offer, would be me.
I keep looking for someone
who sees the world how I do.
Swirling metaphors
and striking colors,
Sunsets and beauty
and tragedy....

But perhaps I need
a facts and figures
Logical kind of person,
To pull my head out of the clouds.
I wish you loved me how
you loved him,
you speak with
reverence to memory
and not of present,
emotions run not
through your veins;
with me it seems,
I haven't shed tear
10 years yet
the lack of
sentiment lies
within you,
i feel achieved
when i hear an
“i love you”,
I’m listening through
static; thinking I hear
clearly but being drowned
out by what’s louder,
your touch is deafening
to clarity, and I don’t know
if they felt this way too,
reaching out to transparency
never seemed so tangible,
and being grazed by
fingertips of yesterday never
felt so confusing,
your emotion seems
only soluble through
my tears, and my tears
only seem to fall
with your emotion
I wish you loved me
like you loved him.
Post-bar toxic thoughts.
I remember the first time I saw you, the world stopped spinning that smile shone brighter then the earths sun it made me believe I could achieve true happiness I kept you locked away in my heart, right from the start this where you have stayed I even through away the key because I promised you I would never forget that little laugh you made and I prayed and I prayed and did everything I could to you believe I could hold you safe forever
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