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Love isn't blind.

What else am I to I conclude,
When all the guys are crude?

They say looks don't matter
.....
As long as no one knows.
It looked nice in the beginning
Pretty paper and bows
Folded around a barren cage

But inside this cage,
This package of "love"
Is a flood of pain,
Someone he is ashamed of.

Love isn't blind
He can see perfectly fine.
He had promised in time,
That she could call him 'mine.'

Oh but what a nightmare is was
When she begged for love
Oh but what a joke it was
To see what he had done.

Love isn't blind
Or patient, or kind.
But love is definitely losing your mind.
An ode to the girls who have been through this kind of relationship. You are beautiful, no matter what anyone says. If they will kiss you in private, they can be man enough to be proud of the beautiful woman they have in their arms.
 Jun 2013 imadeitallup
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Awake
 Jun 2013 imadeitallup
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If reality is better than our dreams;
then why is it so easy for you to fall asleep
and for me to stay awake?
 Jun 2013 imadeitallup
Lili
We were just mindless beings
Lost and running
Flip flops clacking
Hitting wet pavement
Sending erratic echoes
Through the abandoned quadrangle

Crash landing on the hilltop
Falling straight to the grass
Staring up at the sky
We were as light as feathers
Letting the wind lift us
To wherever it pleased

Traveling to other worlds
Rotation after rotation
Blissfully absent
Exhaling our worries
Swirling delicate smoke
Into the grips of the stars

Having intimate conversations
With the lonesome moon
Thousands of miles away
Not the moon but ourselves
We were fighting for memory
We were fighting to be found

Distracted by the night sky
Foggy eyed and distant
Alone and cold blooded
Hidden in the tall grass
We were just mindless beings
Slowly slithering to oblivion
As I wept, I wept alone.

Grinning at life in empty joy,

The person I was, does not know me.

I'm so glad you're here.

I believe that being more like you would make me the better person I strive to be.

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

I could be all that you need, You are all I asked for.

I understand futures are unclear, and pasts haunt.
You try to wipe yourself
from the table of
my heart, but somehow
you always miss
a spot.

GO!  Or...sit down again.
Bring a mocha
or a latte.
and a warm rhubarb cake.
Stay awhile.  Or...
forever.

the spot always missed
eternally remains
in the center of
the table of my heart
permanently etched.

Because
A colorful centerpiece covers
your spot
concealing it from all eyes,
but felt
daily.

A pinprick
in the center of
the table
of my heart.
This is a draft!  Any and all comments and suggestions are wanted and welcome!
I am not
Okay.
I am not
Dead.
I am not alone,
For the Man you hate,
Is my friend.
You think you are great,
You think you are grand,
When the fact of the matter
Is I never want to see you again.
BANG!
quick breath no sudden movements
BANG!
screams heard throughout the hall
BANG!
blood splatters the window
BANG!
innocent lives gone
BANG!
hide in the closet
BANG! BANG!
no more teacher
BANG!
fifteen kids dead in one round
BANG!
three more dead on sight
BANG!
you take your life
BANG!
childhoods stolen.
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