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132 · May 2017
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Madeline Killeen May 2017
Emotions are friends,
and enemies.
They bring you to the
top of the mountain,
only to push you off.
I wonder, what it
would be like,
to have none.
No friends, or foes.
Simply alone,
existing.
Never climbing the
mountain, reaching the top.
Never to see the world,
in all it's beauty.
It is worth the risk
of falling.
127 · Nov 2017
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Madeline Killeen Nov 2017
my eyes are sea-salt bombs,
ready to go off,
at any moment

the thought of you,
the switch, that
sets me off.
113 · Jun 2017
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Madeline Killeen Jun 2017
I forget that my thoughts
are not public
sometimes I wish I could
broadcast them on the radio,
but only for you

because if you knew how
much of my mind you occupy,
I like to think you would be pleased

I don't know how to tell you
that you have become one of
my favorite parts of the day

that I love thinking of all the
ways to make you smile

I imagine what it would feel like
for you to touch me in the dark,
I wish you would

or that I fear, that you think
I never think these things,
and I worry, that one day soon
you will stop thinking of me
113 · Nov 2017
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Madeline Killeen Nov 2017
is it selfish for me to hold on just a little longer?
so that when I lose him,
and I will lose him,
I know I am losing all of him.
So that I know,
we had no other choice.
111 · Nov 2017
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Madeline Killeen Nov 2017
it's funny how
things happen when
you never expect them to,

falling in love,
falling out of it.
i really wasn't expecting this
110 · Jun 2017
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Madeline Killeen Jun 2017
nothing touching but
eyes and fingertips
and just like that,
I fell
109 · May 2017
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Madeline Killeen May 2017
I think of pain,
as a mouse.
It finds it's way into
your home, your heart.
And you try everything
to get rid of him.
Set all the traps.
The mouse simply
avoids them.
He finds a corner,
never seen or heard.
We forget it is there.
Make peace.
Then one day,
something happens
to bring it out.
A ripe cheese.
A photo.
And the cycle repeats.
81 · May 2017
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Madeline Killeen May 2017
Be mine, be mine.
You, over there.
With strong hands,
A gentle smile.
Will you be mine?
No, you don't know me,
But you will.
Every part, if you want.
We could be soul mates.
You don't believe in them?
Me either. I was joking.
Will you still be mine?

— The End —