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 Sep 2014 Kristina
Adelina Marie
i wish i had taken you by the shoulders
and told you everything i needed you
to hear before you left
but i told myself every night afterwards
as i curled up in bed
that i'll tell you everything when you come back
yet i'm not 100% certain you are.
 Sep 2014 Kristina
Adelina Marie
there's so much more to say
and a lot more to show
but i can't find the right
arrangement of words
to put it all together
so i'll keep it confined to the
spider web of thoughts
locked away in the
innermost part of my mind
you're the only thing that
makes me feel anymore and
i crave your touch so i can
come alive again
for i've been dead so long;
a corpse with a beating heart
and i have done nothing to fix it
yet i lay here day in
and day out
thinking about how
we long for days that
may not exist and
the sunrises and
sunsets that are
existing without our eyes
in awe at their beauty
the stars that come out and
the wishes we aren't making on
them
the heartbeats that aren't syncing
the love we aren't making
the breath we aren't sharing and
simply the life we aren't living
i'd love to tell you all this because
there is so much more to
a feeling than an
initial explanation
but i'm just me
and you are all of you...
i shouldn't love you





but ****





i do.
An aimless rambling.
When I asked you to fix me,
You told me I wasn't broken.
But, let this soak in.
I just wanted to know,
If i was still a pretty enough picture to be worth, agonizing over a puzzle.
Even when it's a struggle.
And you have to nuzzle each piece into place,
Kissing the pieces bent out of shape,
Searching for pieces gone missing,
But you can't make a raisin back into a grape.
Yes, I Remember your middle name
And who says we can't celebrate failure?
Don't be sad, we tried, we tried.
When you write your story in the sand it washes away with the tide.
It isn't our fault.
We may have cut ourselves open, But we didn't ask for the salt in our
wounds
Can I still say "we"?
I guess you're kind of done with me.
I don't blame you, Puzzles are frustrating.
they're a tease.
Please, tell me I haven't lost the most important piece.
Tell me I haven't lost
you.

© copyrighted Nicole Ann Osborn
 Sep 2014 Kristina
Kristo Frost
This notebook and I share a secret,
which I will never reveal.

This notebook, on the other hand,
has at times sleighted me slightly.

This notebook is not to be trusted,
for if I trust it, I may be betrayed.

This notebook and I share a secret;
it will never be told lest I talk.
Thanks to all the readers!
I can smell him on my sheets
      I can taste him in my dreams
             I can still feel every inch where he's touched me
I hear his laughter echoing in the walls
             I can still see him in all these pictures I saved for
           memories

But this bed is bare
My dream's a nightmare
       I can't hear
             His laughter
       He's not near
             Enough to touch
My eyes are blinded by tears
He's killed my senses,  
      I'm no longer aware

Everything around me,  slowly fading away
His face, his scent, his laughter,  his touch
Maybe I'll just pop a few pills and sleep away the day
At least he's in my nightmares, the pain of reality is too much
He's gone...  He's in her arms now... I'm dying and crying and it's all just too much..

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