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Lady Elle May 2013
I'm sorry I'm not as great an artist
And I'm sorry I don't drink all that much
I'm sorry I'm not all that cool
And I'm sorry I talk too much

But there's something that's really making me torn
What am I doing all this apologizing for?

Just want to be with you and hold your hand
But not only when you're falling over, too drunk to stand
I wanted you to be there for me when I needed you most
But now I'm just the babysitter hanging up your coat
This is a work in progress, but I felt compelled to write down what I have so far.
2013 Copyright.
Lady Elle May 2013
I miss your hugs
I miss your eyes
I miss your coffee
I miss your **** for a car

I miss your smile
I miss your dinners
I miss your song
I miss the way you held me at night

I miss your company
I miss your fun
I miss your tattoos
I miss your love

I miss your silliness
I miss your art
I miss you reading to me
But mostly, I miss your heart

But I don't miss the drinking
I don't miss the late nights
I don't miss the insecurity
I don't miss your high

I don't miss your low
And I don't miss your silence
I don't miss your selfish ways
I don't miss much of that

But I do miss you
And the good outnumber the bad
Which is why I'm so grateful
And still hurting, still sad
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Lady Elle May 2013
We are such opposites, you and I
Yet somehow we've woven ourselves into this web
You are a tsunami
Yet I am simply the ebb

Differences so evident, it's almost insulting
Your ink-stained arms push up against my bare, ivory chest
You are so clearly you
While I am only somewhat me, at best

So many places you've been
While I've been sitting here all the while
Circumstances should have told us both "No!"
But that word disappears completely as you smile

So much knowledge I've gained
While you don't bother with reading
You are always content with the simplest things
But I yearn immensely for things I'm not really needing

Your smoke-filled room meets my untouched lungs
Your devilish ways engulf my ****** essence
We can only meet briefly, and so rarely it feels
Your absence is like Christmas without presents

I snicker when you sigh, laugh when you cry
I'm through with rest, yet you sit as I stand
I lay myself down just as you rise
My ghostly form next to your harsh skin, perfectly tanned

Your breast was hollow once
Long before me and you, we, became us
But mine was overflowing with love
That the Heavens knew was meant for you, I undoubtedly trust

They, all of them out there, may not understand
Your roughness and ruggedness holding my soft and clean hands
But I do not care about their worries or remarks
Because we are separate people, but one in our hearts
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Lady Elle May 2013
"No one will love you as much as I do"
The thought keeps ringing in my head
Alongside the church bells that I once heard while looking into your eyes

"Don't be a fool", I say to myself
Breathing heavily, anxious as all hell
"No one will ever love you as much, and you know it"
But why not?
Why can't someone else love me as much?
Should I just settle for him because I don't think it's possible for anyone else to feel this way about me?

I don't feel for him the way that I should
The way that I used to
The way that I want

Why must need overcast want?
Why must love be so black and white, rigid and confusing?
I've always begged for his answer
But now I'm wishing I had just let it be.
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Lady Elle May 2013
all love lost
in a single moment
on a misused bed
she asks why
he's too angry to reply
and now she wanders
Lost and Forgotten
why?
i don't know
it's just how it goes
when there are too many
Little Girls and very, very Angry Men
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Lady Elle May 2013
You and only you know who I am.
When you touch me with your muddy hands.

I am a piece of flesh, with a blossoming heart.
We lie in the forest beneath the starry dark.

Challenge my mind but do not get lost in arrogance.
Do not engage without caution, but love with patience.

Be mine so long as I can feel the spark in your touch.
Love me hard and deep, but not too much.

I lose myself and escape to your eyes.
I wander amongst the streets of your fears and lies.

But I do not run or flee or scramble away.
For those moments I am lost, yet unable to stray.

Allow your heart to be my home, and I will do the same too.
I will bury my body in your muddy hands, and I will leave them clean for you.
2013 Copyright.

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