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 Jun 2013 madeline may
E
i ran my fingers across the
surface of the felt art i never
colored and i remembered the
urgency when i bought it at

the gas station because i was in
desperate need of a distraction
and maybe if a filled in the
blank spots i could create an

answer between the lines so
then i would know why you
seemed so distant even though
we were sitting so close and

after the pit stop i was faced
with an empty seat and over
whelming feelings and the
walls were closing in and my

heart was swelling and bursting
with angry color and panic
scribbled on my insides leaving
red marks and i was searching

for the green marker and i was
afraid it went between the crack
in the seats or it rolled down the

aisle like the tears rolled down my
face because i had every color with
me and i had everything i wanted

except you

and looking back i realized that
that **** marker and your eyes
didn't just have color in common
i lose them easily just like i lost

my sanity on the bus ride home.
 Jun 2013 madeline may
marina b
kiss
 Jun 2013 madeline may
marina b
it was fleeting
it meant nothing, really
but it warms me inside
to know
we share something
that i will never let go

(i hope you won't, either)
 Jun 2013 madeline may
Redshift
if i wished to embark upon you
would you
lend me
a foothold
or would you harden
to marble
and watch me
slide
away
 Jun 2013 madeline may
j
I kissed you under the hot sun
              (I was surprised you let me)
your lips felt like ice
they were so cold and numb
I wanted to bring you back to life
             (back from the frozen desolate world you resided in)
but I couldn't
and no matter how hard I tried
to bring back the lights in your eyes
and the feeling in your lips
the touch of your light fingertips
and the beat of your cold heart

there was an arctic storm
deep in the midsts of your
eyes
lungs
veins
fingertips
lips
mind
heart
                                  you were so long gone
                                  nothing could save you
                                  from the heartbroken mess
                                  you had now become
 Jun 2013 madeline may
ASB
I wrote a love letter to literature.

It is the only thing I have
believed in.
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