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Madaline Aug 2015
I do not know if the length of a day is too short or too long.
Either way I feel the fragility of life itself
Sometimes feeling rushed
Other times like forever
Madaline Aug 2015
"He's a nice boy try not to get bored too easily."
You always praise me when I do well when we watch television quiz shows
And you turn around when I am getting undressed; which is ironic as it is not like my body is something that you haven't seen before.
You are a gentleman.
You don't care about negative things people have to say.
Almost feminine in your ways or maybe this society just effeminates the positive qualities that men possess.
I thumb your face it feels smooth, your eyes are small and dark but they feel so honest
Is it Wednesday or Thursday?
Time doesn't exist around you, nothing else really matters around you.
Your almost sociopathic calmness doesn't unnerve me
Getting your life together, from a boy to a man.
Making me feel like I am part of this transition radiates the attraction I feel.
I trust you not to pry through my belongings.
This probably isn't love but what I do feel is new and it is strong.
Thank you for cooking for me and
Thank you for showing me respect
It is all so refreshing, like a cold shower after you've been trapped in the heat all day
I had been trapped in the heat too long

I am so glad that I have you now
Madaline Apr 2015
Only seeing someone in your dreams is haunting
Your darkest moments feel so lonely
Reaching out but only to grasp memories
Tears seep from nowhere, whenever
And your fondest vivid thoughts will fade
Craving the sound of a voice
Aching for one more embrace
The constant pain is draining
Madaline Apr 2015
"I'm tired of living for other people." he said,
as he brushed his fingerprint vertically down her lip.
The sun drifted behind a cloud
The room began to darken
He recited his strong opinions.

She glanced at his receding hairline
The prematurity of his maturity enticed her.
Scattered thoughts
of the knowledge that his head possessed
clouded her judgement

His wrist up her tights
Her mouth was dry, they leant in
A bitter kiss filled with passionate regret
Looking into his eyes she pressed herself up from the table
and left.
Madaline Dec 2014
Your teeth weren't straight each word you calmly smiled, was uttered from your lips with flawless imperfection
There was something charming about it, knowing you had obvious flaws.
Maybe it made me feel a sense of superiority?
You were more than thin, you were skeletal but it was what you liked, you were proud of it how you never ate, smoked 20 a day and trotted through life
Happy with mediocrity
Tattoos sporadically covered your body, the one on your arm we got together was dirt cheap and poorly done but it suited you
Not because you were cheap but because you weren't perfect you were rugged, it was clear from face value that you you could hold your own
We spent most our time in a drug filled daze of laughter and passion
Your hair was long and corse considering your diet it was in surprisingly good condition
You had a strong accent pronouncing 'Mum' as 'Mam'
It used to irritate me daily but now it is something I miss
Having a house to ourselves yet sharing a single bed
We were truly inseparable
Now we are lifetimes apart
A years gone by now
A year without you hasn't been worth the paper I've written this on
Madaline Nov 2014
To hang from every word you utter
Looks you give that cut me
It's real
Touch me. Stop my heart.
My yearn for you should rot my flesh
Pierce my brain with memories
Burn my skin with obbsession
Linger in my thoughts silhouette
Madaline Nov 2014
It's not that I hear voices
I just imagine it all so slow
The looks upon faces
How it's better when i go

The world without me in it,
Seems such a better place
Free from worldly trouble
With no one on my case

Inadequacy takes over
A cut helps calm the stress
No one understands me
Who have I got to impress?

Forever dreaming of the end
I loathe every inch of myself
Nothing makes it better
Pills, *** or wealth

Too self involved to do the deed
Drowning cannot succeed
Lacking passion never tears
Bland, mundane for all these years
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