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Justine Muriel Nov 2015
I hunger for the comprehension
As to why I find myself alone
Again and again.
My benevolent ties
Eventually become disconnected,
& maybe it's because my intensified design
Craves charismatic moments,
Moments that are too authentic
For those whom I have had the opportunity to encounter.
I hunger for a word
That expresses what it means
To be sad and beautiful at the same time.
For when that word becomes existent,
Our disconnected souls
Will thrive off of its essence.
Justine Muriel Nov 2015
What did it all mean?
You & me
The fading summer memories.
You told me that
I opened up your concealed emotions.
You didn't mind.
I told you about my paralyzing anxious thoughts.
You didn't mind.
You insisted until the end you'd stick by my side.
I didn't mind.
I told you I loved you.
**You didn't end up mine.
Justine Muriel Nov 2015
Spontaneity.
Is the compelling adrenaline worth the outcome?
To wonder why it is considered
an enticing form of rebellion
to those who do not bear its weight.
My admirable means, although impulsive,
represent
what my soul desires.
Justine Muriel Nov 2015
My adoration for you is like gazing into the sky at dusk. At first, your eyes are sunsets, blazing with passion and colorful possibilities. They transform into deep colors, blush fading into vibrant purples, and I see undeniable love. Then instantaneously, eyes that were once magnificent become dark. Still beautiful, but a boundless Galaxy of stars that are far beyond my reach. A mystifying scene, an unexplored realm.
Justine Muriel Nov 2015
Maybe I loved you, maybe I didn’t. Maybe I love you, maybe I don’t. Our memories bear teardrops that plunge into my concurring smile. Our short lived affinity, whatever it was, lurks behind me like a shadow. Attached to me, but nevertheless, a stranger that only appears when everything in the world is bright.

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