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My mind is a stuffed disease
through clouded eyes and

my face feels faint and shallow.
Quiet hands and drooling lids;
******
er.
Broken confidence
through months of solitude

hidden feelings that showed their presence 
between self doubt.

The way she smiles

or the way she looks at you
how every girl wants a boy to look at her.

I know she wants

me

to stretch hands;
titillating.
I swallow
nerves and puke.
Disgorged in my throat,

she sat.

Smiling up at me,

her face so hopeful,
her hands stretched 
like mine once stretched to him.

Away she walks beyond my mind
frisking her feet, 
nuzzled in.

I want to keep her.

Hold her against my chest
and live like primary school kids.

In single beds

with christian hands

looking for God
in paper notebooks.

That extended grip,
and I don’t know how to touch her
Copyright © 2015 Tessa Calogaras.
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Silence shattered, like your mother's
favorite China, with a voice that
is equivalent to a sonic boom.

No one's ever told you that your temper
could cause such  unrest, like the tides
against the adjusting position of Earth.

At first, they resisted, just like  I did;
but then the barriers broke and the ocean
began to pour down my cheeks,

salty tears and sandy beaches.
Baby, don't you know that
I'm just as fragile as glass?

Dear , your thunderclap bellow is
enough to splinter this heart of mine;
and dear, I am weak.

Be gentle with your winds,
and quiet in your soul when the storms
rage on. I will always keep you dry.
the tightnessofthechest

  the d i z z i n e s s

the SCARES AND JUMPS.

  the inhale and the e
                                      x
                                         h
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                                                 l
                                                     e.
the t e a
          rs of failure
and worry.

**hopelessness, and doubt.
been having anxiety attacks these past few days. but now im better so i decided to share.

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