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Jo Hummel Aug 2014
If you told me God crafted you in Her image,
I would go to church on Sundays.
Jo Hummel Aug 2014
I have never been sad.

Tearstains are nothing but memories of heartache
and I want to forget everything.

If I could love you,
and grace your lips with my touch,
without force,
would the notion be reciprocated?

I used to wonder what it felt like
to be a bird:
I am constantly trapped in a cage of my emotions.

My song knows no sweetness.
I am a Siren.
I am broken without sorrow
and sing only of those cold nights
that lack your presence.

Missing you is regretful.

I have always been destructive.
Jo Hummel Aug 2014
Sleep has avoided me for hours
and I'm sorry about my feelings for you.

For wanting someone who hasn't
a single degree of romantic inclination towards me;
My best friend, of all people.
Maybe it's my fault that you're flawed enough to be the one thing
I need the most,
a downpour during a drought,
and I'm sorry for that,
too.

I just can't help myself
when it comes to loving you.
Jo Hummel Aug 2014
I really want you to love me.
Or maybe it's just 3:33am.
Jo Hummel Aug 2014
If I take your hands into my own,
quivering,
and tattoo your skin with kisses,
passionate,
do you think you'll fall in love with me?
I'd love it if you did.
  Aug 2014 Jo Hummel
Liz Humphrey
When I look at you, I see a wall:
A wary way of walking through the world,
hands pushed deep into your pockets,
keeping them safe from other hands.
Your laughter comes only controlled,
even smiles sometimes shielded
during our careful conversation
that’s calculated before it clears the air,
sentences screened for slips of the tongue,
holding back secrets that sit in your silences
when I ask the questions you can’t answer.

Whoever took that hammer to your heart
has this hard shell to answer for,
this barrier built on top of broken trust,
a mountain I am not strong enough to move
so instead I choose to love you from the outside in,
drumming on the door of this fortress you made
when someone made a fool of you.
May this love make such music that one day
you find yourself holding my hands
as we dance to it, laughing, talking, smiling, free.
Jo Hummel Aug 2014
There's no regard for your feelings when my heart is in charge.
"You feel the same!"
It's a lie we let me live with.
I'd be okay with going into cardiac arrest over you, anyway.  

My brain thinks you're magnificent-
or perhaps horrendous...
Nonetheless, you seldom leave my mind.
I've considered purchasing another mattress
(my heart wants to know if we can share it).
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