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James Gerard Aug 2013
Like the salty breeze
You and your cigarette smoke
Invaded my air
Visions of blue and grey
Sweep my mind blank
I look down to your fingers
Clutching your cross
Teasing god
Along with my thoughts
I whisper your name
Over and over
Like a forgotten rose
I feel your bitter thorns
Bruise my skin
But I let them ***** me again
Hoping that the same breeze that
Brought you to me
Will have the decency to
Let you stay
James Gerard Aug 2013
I dream of you
Mostly when I'm sad
Or alone
For a moment I forget
You're gone
I get caught up
In the moment of
Disbelief
Maybe that's why
I intentionally put
Myself in situations
I can't win
That way
When the sadness
Ensues
I just
Close my eyes and
Dream of you
James Gerard Aug 2013
Your ubiquitous influence
Transcended my presence
Causing me to lose
Myself
I turn my back for a second
And your words
Haunt me every time
I took to you like a
Fish in a river
You ****** me up
And I was content
Until
My own thoughts began to
Spill over
James Gerard Aug 2013
I look at you
And suddenly
I feel the lump
Of bitterness in
My throat
Swell
And I'm left
Wondering what
Did I do wrong
I gave you
My moon
My stars
All of my
Cosmos and
Galaxies
And just as
I thought you
Would do the
Same
You
*Supernova'd
James Gerard Aug 2013
I didn’t prepare
Myself to stand
Quietly on the
Sidelines of your
Life
I wanted nothing
More than to cheer
You on right by
Your side
But you told me
That you didn’t
Need a fan
So I took the hint
Found a seat
On the cold
Bleachers
And tried my
Hardest
Not to breathe
Heavily in your
Direction
James Gerard Aug 2013
As you count
The number of
Times the sea
Kisses the shore
I count how many
Freckles I will
Have to kiss
Before my lips and
Your cheeks
Become well
Acquainted
James Gerard Aug 2013
I have never been
Too fond of
Waking up
Especially from a
Dream of you
Which has been
Quite Regular
Lately
I have become
Consumed
With a desire
For you
Not lust
No this feeling is
Much more
Pure
Almost natural
It comes as easily
To me as
Counting the
Flower petals
Before I whisper
Quiet questions
I already know
The answers to
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