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 Jul 2014 Angelica Colon
ln
And
every
breath
I
inhaled
and
exhaled,

tasted
like
you
.
 Jul 2014 Angelica Colon
Maeve
And I love the way he looks at me
As if I'm something beautifully fragile.
As if I'm as important as I want to be.

And I love the way he hugs me
The way his hands tug at my waist
And holds me as if he never wants me to leave.

And I love the way his voice cracks
When he talks quiet and sweet
When he shyly looks down when I look at him back

But my mind shuts down when I think,
When I try to figure out how I feel,
Things change so quickly, don't let me blink.

And I'm too afraid to let myself feel
Because people leave too soon
And I'm left with chaos in my mind and pain in my heart

So what do I do
 Jul 2014 Angelica Colon
Em Rose
I wonder if anyone cares about me as much as I care about you.
You know it’s nothing but emptiness,
When you fail phrasing your feelings in words.
Other people might call it love rather than emptiness.

But let me tell you this:
Without emptiness,
We wouldn’t find warmth in love.

Some say love is frigidly cold,
Some say love is fondly warm.
Yet as seasons change from Summer to Winter,
Love will too.

And I’ve reached the point where I stopped seeking for love in people,
But in invisible objects that can keep me alive.

Can invisible objects really keep you alive?
Or will they leave you terrified?

Well, a definition for ‘Invisible Objects’ would be:
‘Emotions’.
And in the end,
Their purpose is to Not. Keep. You. Alive.

— The End —