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 Aug 2013 jasmine
Lily Gabrielle
97 days
12 grams
4 cigarettes
18 coffees,
and I still can't recall
the color of your spine.
 Aug 2013 jasmine
Katlyn Orthman
Through their eyes,
They only see what we show,
They don't see below,
They don't realize
That our hearts beat
But they are breaking
From all the hits they've taken
From all the defeat
They don't hear the strum of our guitar strings
They don't here the lyrics we cry
I wonder why
They never hear us sing
They don't see that we're becoming so helpless
As everything turns so wrong
By the chorus of the song
That this melody is regressed
They don't feel the sorrow that falls from our lips
Or see the tears we brush away
When the sun goes down at the end of the day
And we start to slip
They don't see that we are the broken ones
That hide behind words that can only mean so much.
 Aug 2013 jasmine
rainingdreams
the pain you gave me
made me
neither stronger nor weaker
it made me
worse
the pain that haunted me
with dreams of the past
of everything
that would
make me
die emotionally
 Aug 2013 jasmine
laura
Untitled
 Aug 2013 jasmine
laura
His eyes were as brown as the soil a loved one lies beneath for eternity; the smooth rich coffee beans whose scent when crushed is overpowering for a caffeine addict.

He put on every winter coat that he's owned since ‘98 and every midnight sees the countdown to another awful day.

No longer does he practice writing his suicide note in both print and cursive.

There are times when he listens to the telephone ring and that is enough effort for one day. On rare occasions when he likes to leave his bed, he will pick up the phone and pretend to be the operator on a suicide hotline.

He thinks of unrequited love in colors that don't exist, and shapes and letters that have yet to define the word, "Arizona"; the simplest word of all is also the most difficult to say.
Will this worry you?
Trust me, I am being truthful.

What if I left you, love?
Will you miss me?
Does it break your heart a little when you think about it?

Is there even anyone else in the world who'd share your lovely mornings with you?
Drinking coffee?
Snuggling under the covers?
Morning pillow fights?

Hmmm, what about in the afternoons?
Who will visit you at work?
Who will mess with you - while you work?
Does it make you tear up a little, if I left you now?
Who will make you laugh endlessly?
Tickle you while you cook a desired dish?
Throw popcorn at you during a movie?

Let's not forget the end of the day.
Who else would be lying beside you as you both watch the stars?
Who would kiss you passionately giving their every warmth to you?
Who would gaze at you intensely with their silver, soft eyes?
And who else would share the endless night with you,
like we always do...?

Please do tell me who else in this immeasurable place..
could ever love you the way that I always have?
You should tell me also if there is anyone in existence..
that would risk their life to die just to save yours?

Answer these please.
So that I can have an absolute reason to let you go,
because right now it really does hurt too much inside...♥
Written two years ago. You may find it on Deviant. This is not aimed at anyone.

Poem #3
©Kimberly Alexandria Navarro

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