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 Feb 2018 helena alexis
Valerie
you're a haze of ninety-nine cents dreams,
naivety bottled in your distressed jeans
and your ******-inspired bambi teardrop eyes;
and i'm the devil behind why you've cried

your mouth chokes with fury and rage
'so why are you still here?' i ask again
but secretly, i know you and your obsession
-the glory tales of getting heartbroken

you know i'm pure poison flowing in your veins,
a disaster functioning on self-hatred and novacane,
but you're wild violet and champagne in a sweet kiss,
desperate to be inundated into my abyss.
idk what is this
 Feb 2018 helena alexis
Jennifer
wish the waves
moved like your mouth;
speaks to me
like the crash of water
upon the shore.

drunk on you
like water to wine
and i watch your words form
in the waves.
i would do anything
to have your lips stutter my name
let your words grasp my hand
watch your eyes search for mine.

to wait for you is impossible yet divine
when we exist in places
so far from where we are destined.

we are parallel lines

i would do anything
for us to be a painting instead
i'd color you in hues of unrequited love
and put us on a frame
i'll give it to you and say

'keep it. keep us. keep me'

'why'

'because we are so much more than just parallel lines'
finally found the inspiration to write again. i believe sorrow brings out the poet in everyone.
 Feb 2018 helena alexis
sarah
i fell in love with those nights we spent
chasing the sunset in your old silver jeep
with the windows rolled down, our favorite songs
playing on the radio and the smell of
opportunity in the fresh evening air

it’s moments like these that remind me
how lucky i am to be alive.

      -   and with you.
"She was an
unusual dresser.
Every night,
she wore bruises
on her heart,
love on her lips,
pain in her eyes,
and ink on her fingers.
They called her poetry."
I crave a certain high,
the one I get
from the butterflies
that dance in
my stomach
whenever I see you.  
My parents warned me
about drugs on the street,
but never about the ones
with a heartbeat.
"Sometimes, the drugs you crave the most aren't drugs at all"
today the girl who i spent almost all the summer said to me that i remind to her a girl who is in love with moon, flowers, 3 AM's, stars and that ****. that beautiful ****, which i really love. that is interesting because i call her a girl who i spend a summer with not a friend or something. we even didn't talk much. and that's my fault because i'm not a talker but a dreamer. but back to the point - i was surprised because she doesn't really know me, but she saw that side of me. i didn't think that i can show the real me, so i'm really graceful to that girl, who told me that i can.
 Feb 2018 helena alexis
alexa
you will never be forgotten.
ever.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.
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