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Jackie Mar 2013
You give me nothing
But you give me everything

I need to know about us
About how you feel
About what you don’t feel

There are thick clouds
Surrounding us
Nowhere to run

You turn away from me,
Why must you stray?
We’re just getting close
Just beginning to understand
Who the other is inside
Who won’t reveal themself
And who will

I will, I will
Do anything to hear
That voice that makes
those grey clouds
Turn to a clear sky

Speak to me,
Look at me,
Look at me!  
With those brown eyes
So dark and gentle

I know they won’t hurt me
I trust you.
Why do I trust you?
Those clouds,
Theyre coming again,
Lets run

You turn away,
I have to go,
But do you care?
Do you care for me at all?

I’m left with nothing,
Nothing but the dark clouds
To remind me of what
Is missing,
That you’re missing

Im left with everything,
The memory of the
Way your lips moved,
The sound of your voice,
The awkwardness of your manner,
The fear in your eyes.
389 · Mar 2013
Painful Loving
Jackie Mar 2013
What if I dont want to deal with this anymore?
I can get mad too you know.
You can only go so long doing what you're doing
before. i. leave.

these aren 't games you play, they're much greater
they are something i have never seen before.

I want you to let down your walls.
let me inside.
why do you act so weird with me?

If you don't let me in,
i will have to go away.
but i dont want to go away,
quite the opposite.
i want to get close to you,
real close to you

I don't know if i should hold on
or let you go
331 · Mar 2013
No Shades of Grey
Jackie Mar 2013
No amount of amnesia can make me forget the confusion.
The confusion that I deal with everyday, all day.
Like a disease.
It eats away at my brain, picking and gnawing until there is nothing left.

I only have so much energy, only so much sanity until you strip me of all I have left, which isn't much.
Thinking and processing is all I can do.
Like a robot.
I analyze until my brain turns numb, I can't think anymore.

You are so far beyond my capacity of understanding.
The lack of signs, but the o.d. of tension makes me crack under pressure.
Like a broken record.
I replay your voice and your actions over and over.

Maybe I will try to go to sleep, tossing and turning.
I will let my desires run open and free.
Like a dreamer.
I will dream of your smile and your lips on mine

Yes, a dreamer I am.
That is why I hold on so tight, won't let you go.
Because I realize I am in your dreams too.

— The End —