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  Apr 2014 sian b
Jacqueline Flores
Don't ever fall in love with a poet
because they will indeed admire and watch your every move
they will write about how the pen marks on the side of your palm when you write
don't ever because they will trace
every single freckle you have on your face and
write about the color of each and every one of them and
describe how they smile so brightly under the sunlight
they will want you to want to know every little thing about them
even if it's just what hand they write with and want you
to be wondering why they write with that specific hand when in
reality it doesn't even matter

the poet will watch the way you dig
your eyes onto that book and your small quick remarks onto the 26 letters all crumpled together and will know that everyday at 5:28 p.m. you smile

they will look deeply into your eyes
to see if they can at least take a little
peak of your soul and they will write
about you like if you were the only
thing they see good in this world

they will want to know what you think
about when you look at them and
see if you also count each and
every freckle and hope and write  
that you do but they will
love you endlessly and they will
show you that they love you and only you

but don't date a poet if you aren't
capable to watch them and
admire their imperfections
when they sleep late at night
beside you.

j.f
sian b Apr 2014
less then five minutes ago you told me that you couldn't speak to anyone without being judge, but i changed that. that i am your best friend.

but we are friends
that's what i said
that's what i want
is friends

but i want more then friends
i want best friends
with you

oh why does life do this
tell you that you want one thing
and you really want the other

but now i need to choose,
which is it that i need?
****
rant again
sian b Apr 2014
what the **** are we?
you tell me we're best friends
that i can tell you anything
and you can tell me.

not once have you told me you loved me
not once have you hugged me.

we don't see each other any where except school
is it cause you have no one else to walk with?
to talk with?

well i'm sorry
cause i can't sit here and tell you my deepest secrets
when you can't tell me your friends name.

i'm not going to sit here and call you my best friend
when you can feel us drifting
and i can feel us drifting.

so friends is what we are
and friends is what we'll be.
hm so this was really personal and was a horrible poem (not saying my others are any good)

but this was more of a rant, sorry.
friends is all we are.
sian b Apr 2014
one pill
two pills
three pills
four.

how many more
before i hit the floor?

five pills
six pills
seven pills
eight.

i think that i
can already see the gates.

nine pills
ten pills
eleven pills
twelve.

this war is ending now,
the one with myself.

thirteen pills
fourteen pills
fifteen pills
sixteen.

sorry mom
i'm a ****** up queen.

seventeen pills
eighteen pills
nineteen pills
twenty.

wait,
how many?

twenty one pills
twenty two pills
twenty three pills
twenty four

and now i am asleep
upon the floor.
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