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Pain is easy.
Pain is merely the existence of something that causes you extreme discomfort.
Pain is an addition to my plate.
A plate filled with emotion, thought, memories, etc.
But see, it’s the good things to be wary of.
Feelings of love, confidence, excitement.
The thing about those feelings,
Is that they fill your plate so full, that the bad things like pain and sadness fall off.
Which is great in that moment, except,
It’s so easy to lose those feelings.
So easy to have them taken away.
Those good things are desserts that people want to steal from you
But nobody wants to take your pain, the rotten thing.
So when your good thing is taken away,
You have nothing left.
The funny thing about an empty plate,
It makes you hungry for anything.
Even pain.
It's a little angst ridden but oh well.
 Oct 2014 Hope Marie Ross
Rizza
I never really thought that
I would feel like this again.
Every time I think about you,
I get lost in the moment.
Butterflies in my stomach
My heartbeat quickens

It has been a long time
since I have felt this way,
And I was close to forgetting
How beautiful this is.

Now, every love song I hear
Makes me think about you,
Every pen and paper I hold
Makes me write a poem for you,
And every person I see
Makes me wish it was you.

I was close to giving up
On finding someone
To make me feel this way again
And then I met you.
 Oct 2014 Hope Marie Ross
Rory
Seems to be
You've forgotten my name
My name which I'm sure
You never cared much about anyway

Seems to be
I've forgotten your name
Forced amnesia is a treat
Especially when you've forgotten about me
my body is tired,
my mind is numb,
my eyes are wet
and i've bit my thumbs.
they're bleeding now,
and i want to sleep,
but my mind wont rest
without your blessing;
the queen can't end the day
without a kiss from her king.
You wrote about me , and it hurts. I've never been so lonesome in my life as I am now. Its eternal despair, and the pain rumbles in my lungs and I soon lose feeling of my knuckles and finger tips. Youre gone, but your friends say you're at home watching Netflix and lounging in your lazy underwear and bra
I know you've always been the one to let go
And for some reason that fear stood up close by
I pray to the moon
And I begged cupid to go pay you a visit
And begged the stars to die out so I could say something cheesy like "your eyes are brighter than any substance the stars may produce"
Slowly my heart breaks more and more each and every hour, every minute of my day, every drum and every 80s break up song slowly starts to sting
Darling I'm in despair and random thoughts that pop up in my head like a tour bus and really bright Vegas lights, or a Scottish Coffee shop, or like the coupons in your favorite cigarette, or the nights my friends saw me kissing you and they started to cheer, they screamed and I slightly looked away, but you grabbed me by plain black T-shirts and kissed me harder, until your lip scabbed up and my lips became sore

' Hold onto my hands, I feel I'm sinking, sinking without you.
And to my mind, everything's stinking, stinking without you '

' And in the night, I could be helpless,
I could be lonely, sleeping without you. and in the day, everything's complex, There's nothing simple, when I'm not around you.

My darling
What lively lad most pleasured me
Of all that with me lay?
I answer that I gave my soul
And loved in misery,
But had great pleasure with a lad
That I loved ******.

Flinging from his arms I laughed
To think his passion such
He fancied that I gave a soul
Did but our bodies touch,
And laughed upon his breast to think
Beast gave beast as much.

I gave what other women gave
That stepped out of their clothes.
But when this soul, its body off,
Naked to naked goes,
He it has found shall find therein
What none other knows,

And give his own and take his own
And rule in his own right;
And though it loved in misery
Close and cling so tight,
There's not a bird of day that dare
Extinguish that delight.
I look at you and see a
Thousand years of happiness.
I can see laughter in the
Wrinkles of your mouth
That you once used to smile
At me, always showing
Those pearly white teeth.

Every brittle bone in my
Inhuman body shakes with
The sight of you.
This is just so odd, loving you.
My tears mean not a **** thing
When I bump into you at 8 o'clock,
Not a **** thing.

You can make the sadness
Of my cold heart disappear
Without trying and you should
Know.

Never will I have such emotions
For anyone else, nor do I want to.
That life filled flower only
Opens once inside these ribs.

Me and you, a story from
Television I suppose. I was
A princess who lost her prince.
My happy ending lost
Somewhere in the cold,
Winter air.
Art heals the creator
like scar tissue, sealing
cracks of a broken past,
Red-raw against pale skin
For the world to see that
You're recovering whatnot,
Till time fades these wounds
To nothing
a little makeup can't hide,
So we blend back in, to
Where we never belonged,
An find our identity within
Public display of deformation,
Striped naked, to express self
awareness, no more gruesome
enough to repulse, nor normal
enough to ignore the silver line
Between trauma and wrinkle;
scars fade, not vanish, but
keep us together regardless.
 Oct 2014 Hope Marie Ross
Renae
Everytime I see your smile my heart skips
I melt inside just thinking about you
You are the perfect picture in my mind
I think I dreamt you into life
I pour out my soul to you hopeful
I get lost in your calm collected way
I love your charm and charisma
You shatter me into a thousand tiny bits
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