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This could very well be
The last time we're ever going to see each other
In a very long while

In fact, we may never see each other again

But tonight,
Just this one night,

Let's pretend that we'll never leave
eachother's side.

Let's pretend that we will keep the promise
That we'll always be there.

Let's pretend that we will and will alway will be
Our missing half.

And let's pretend that we have more day to be together.

So our hearts will know that we will find each other

One more time
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First we learn our ABC’s
Then we take those letters and form
Words.
Words to sentences,
sentences to stories.
I know you learned the same way I did.
Did you forget?
My wound from your war,
Isn’t as ****** as hers.
You know that.
Still it throbs.
Were you just acting?
Bravo.
You convinced us all.
I thought you were my friend.
You were family.
We laid the welcome mat at your feet,
and your muddy shoes trampled all over it.
You know your ABC’s.
You know how to make those letters words.
Those words into sentences.
And those sentences into stories.
What is your story?
And why didn’t you take seven of those letters
to say,
goodbye?
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Every night,
I read your poems
I read the honest thoughts of your mind
and every night,
I'm still wishing that I was the girl
behind the hidden times that you smile
the girl that makes you want to live
the girl that you hope for
the girl you wish for
and even though you don't believe in God,
I want to be the one that you'll pray for
the girl who can stop your nightmares
and turn them into dreams

I see the way you look at her
like she's one of the rare heavenly bodies
found in the infinite sky
and I'm just another lone galaxy
my elliptical indifference
spiral lies and mistakes
are reflected across the vastness of the void
and sometimes it feels like
I am the sun
and you are the moon
and we are cursed that the sun and the moon
will never collide
because you are too far caught up,
amazed by the stars
amazed by how she seems to shine and twinkle
across the darkness
and you don't care because you never notice
that my shoulders are near to breaking
from staying straight too long
every time I let you climb up on them
so you can try to reach her
but can't
the same way she doesn't care
that you write poems for her
and that you cast her as the princess
in your stories
I want to be the princess
in your stories

But everyday,
I am forced to fade into the background
because life has decided
that I am too broken
to be anyone's princess

Every night, I get pricked from the sharp points of the stars
when I collect them and try to weave them into a blanket
to drape over your body
to protect you
from the whispers and the screams
the truth and the lies
the fallen hopes and the cries
make you look at me
the way you look at her

but I still see you wishing
that it was her that you were hugging
and I am back into hiding
into that space where the superheroes have discarded their trash
the place for the people they've decided
are hopeless
the ones who still need saving
but are too convinced
that they've reached their end

I am the girl
that you share the deepest thoughts of your mind with
the thoughts that were lodged
into the small cracks
along the sidewalk of your secrets
You tell me the phrases
the rhymes and the metaphors
that no one else could decode
but she is still the concept
she is still the idea that comes up in your mind
when you think of writing something new,
writing something beautiful
And again,
I am just here
still the only girl
who can truly understand your poems
but never the girl inside them
Only the pretty ones can become princesses? Confirmed.
Splintering hard unforgiving cold
Beating upon the barren ground
Like bullets from a gun
They catch what little light that manages through
They shine beautifully and sting like sin
My breath becomes puffy clouds before my eyes
Red fingers ache and groan with the chill
The world smells crisp and white
Purified of all its delightful imperfections
Snow dusts the trees in their frozen splendor
And touches the world with its bone white fingers
The sun.
Emitting light.
The right amount,
Not enough to blind.
But enough to see,
What was hidden
In the dark.
The truth.

The earth.
Revolving the sun.
Moving farther away,
Moving closer together.
Never far enough
To be free of it's pull.
Never close enough,
To be burned by it's heat.

The moon.
Revolving the earth.
Showing the light,
In times of darkness.
Pulling it towards
The right direction.
A symbol of beauty,
for all the world to see.

The sun,
My light.

The moon,
My guide.

The earth,
My world.

My light, my guide, my world,
My universe.
But the universe has flaws.
Mine has only one.

It has too much space.
I don’t know what we are right now.
We can be of 3 different states.
We change in many different ways.
Never will I think we will stay the same.

Some days we are like solids,
Bound tightly together.
Whatever our form is,
What we are is never regular.

Some nights we are like liquids,
More free to move.
Flowing as if nothing can stop us,
But viscous enough to never let go.

And sometimes we are like gas;
Separated and swift.
We know of our presence,
Regardless how invisible it may be.

Of all of the states,
There is one thing common:
That they need atoms, like us
To make us matter.
Made this for Chemistry class (To anyone who recognizes this: shh)
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