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She belongs to him.
She always has, he just never realized.
She'd daydreamed about his smile,
and his heartfelt laughter.
His pull on her was that of like an ocean tide.

She hated him from day one.
She hated how he towered over her-
he could really hurt her.
She hated his ignorance,
only because he was so wrong about her.
His eyes scared her, though she'd never run.

She loved him from day one.
She loved how easily he entered her mind ever night.
She loved the mystery the he was.
His lips were haunting her,
daring her to kiss them and forget the sounds.
She runs wild, yes, but is she really free?
She's full of mystery and secrets, and constantly wonders why loved ones are so hard to please.
She craves her love, she craves random hugs, but the craving is never given back.
That'll never stop her, she has so much spirit, she could never be truly sad.
Once in her life she craved a home. Going from roof to roof and with each new stranger she left behind, she'd lose a bit of hope.
She eventually learned we ourselves are our own homes.
She stays up late curious about how curiosity works.
She stays up late hoping happiness will fulfill the emptiness.
So many questions, always knowing a new day nearby lurks.
With each passing day she's restless to know, but what she doesn't and could never know is this;
She is secretly admired.
She will always run wild.
But truly free from her mind is what she will never be.
My mind is clouded with doubt, hate, and everything bad.
My heart is heavy, pumping, hoping each pump is my last.
My lungs are dying slowly, and with each breath I pray they stop.
My body is used and wasted,
it's everything I wish it wasn't.
Graceful,
Lustful,
Loving,
Caring,
My heart is nothing  worth wanting,
I'll be honest, I'm nothing worth having.
Her eyes are so dark and full of evil.
Her lips are so full and constantly swollen.
Her hair is as dark and shiny.
Her heart is so helpless and already stolen.
Her hands are so fragile powerful.
Her smile is so straight and captivating.
Her figure so graceful and lustful.
Her body so scarred and cut up.
She's so lost and well, just lost.
She's so unpredictable, and really just full of it.
She's so gone.
She could never be enough.
Death doesn't scare me,
at times I even welcome it.
Change doesn't change me,
I live for it.
Now my love, that could **** me.
My soul doesn't belong to sense,
my mind doesn't know what coherence means.
And my heart, well it's already too late.
That's already his.
Well now, if little by little you stop loving me,
I shall stop loving you, little by little.

In May, I would have had you through frowns,
because you always allowed me to have the final say.

In June, I would have loved you through your screams,
because you would apologize with an angelic tune.

In July, I would have loved you through tears,
because you always held me when it came time to cry.

Then in August, I thought I could careless,
but it turned out that I was the weakest.

In September, I had hoped for change, apologies,
and for you to finally forget her.

October and November passed agonizingly slow,
but I came to accept what came next; the season of snow.

Well now, when you stop loving me,
hopefully I will have stopped loving you seasons ago.
It's the shyness, the quietness, the hide and seek game.
The carefulness, always taking precaution, knowing this wasn't the same.
It's the late night car rides, the moments on the balcony feeling like we were on clouds.
It's the way our hands had a mind of their own, having a gentle song with a following beautiful sound.
The hoping, the wishing, and finally the getting.
It's the secret, our alone.
The quick hidden kisses, and hip squeezing moments.
The no double thinking or doubting.
The wanting endlessly,
The way it did and didn't make sense.
It's the private questioning and listening.
The passion in the lips,
the lightness of the spirit.
The connection we'd never abuse.
It's the truth in words causing my heart to race.

*It's everything that's made me grow to forget you.
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