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Justine Muriel Jan 2016
What are you up to?
Are you looking at the sky, too?
Am I on your mind?
Justine Muriel Jan 2016
Christmas lights and somber eyes
Cold hands and wandering minds

The silence has never felt so loud.
Justine Muriel Jan 2016
So we meet again (my dearest love)
It's been awhile since you have taken over my thoughts.

My heart welcomes you,
but my brain rejects you (my familiar addiction)
I can now see why they call love a drug.

Time without you brings heartbreak, loneliness,
and eventually happiness.

Whereas time with you brings heartbreak and loneliness
(disguised as happiness)

You crawl under my skin (my dearest love)
and I can't control it.
I can't escape.
love drug happiness loneliness addiction
Justine Muriel Jan 2016
You're like looking into the sun-
Beautiful and painful at the same time.

Your rays shine over me,
A mesmerizing scene that inevitably blinds me
With every glance.

I'll never learn.
Justine Muriel Dec 2015
She's mysterious but familiar
and somehow sinful but innocent
in the best way.
She's a new age old soul
and in one way or another
she is an adventurous introvert.
Shy, but strong
Young, but wise beyond her years.
Without falter, and without hesitation,
the only way to describe her
is as a *beautiful contradiction.
Justine Muriel Nov 2015
I don't even know how to articulate
this type of pain
It's a pain that not only floods my
heart
but latches itself onto every quivering bone
in my body
Perhaps it's not pain, maybe it's love
Love that disguises itself as pain every time I look at my family
and realize
for the first time in all these years
that that same people who told me they want what's best for me,
break me down into a million pieces
until I lose myself
again and again
Only to come crawling back
so they can find me
But it's funny, because the girl they keep finding,
**isn't me
Justine Muriel Nov 2015
I love when the sun paints a golden hue on everything before it
disappears
into the obsidian night.
Its rays are like an artist's brush,
delicately covering the world's canvas with luminosity.
When its glow eventually fades, and the stars barely light up the sky,
it's like an artist shutting off the studio lights
after a long day's work.
Temporarily departed, but soon to return
to paint the canvas with incandescent light
once again.
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