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  Feb 2016 Eve
Star Gazer
If the world was one giant grocery shop
And we'd find everyone at one stop.
We could pick people from different aisles,
Without having to travel even a mile.
If nothing was ever remotely different,
Our choices would be limited to infinite,
Not as a common denominator,
But as a common numerator.
You could pick a person from aisle three,
Exactly how you'd pick coffee or tea.
You could take an item and return it to the shelf,
And grab an identical item from the same spot.
Every person would be easily replaced,
Like the act of cut, copy and paste.


Humans however are not identical,
We differed from faces to ventricles,
Even our hearts were made different,
So did our lives and frame of reference.
Humans can not be picked up and replaced,
As though memories didn't occupy a space,
In our hearts.

The world could never be one giant grocery shop,
Cause the biggest difference in a pond is a single raindrop.
  Feb 2016 Eve
Belle Victoria
im laying on your bed, still wearing your used sweater
singing songs again and loving my life like I did before I met you

the storm was over and I could go back to that one place I loved most
the ocean was waiting for me, I could feel the wind in my face

my hair never grow long again and my legs never got skinny
and I was okay with that, I was okay with myself, everything was okay

the drugs did its job last night, you kissed me on the dance floor
and you always thought my jokes were serious and you always loved me

the alcohol did its job last night, you walked me home after all
and you always smiled at me and you always loved me for who I was

but still one day you stopped sending me flowers, you needed space
either you want me or you don't, I need to know about our future

I can't read you like I can read the stars in the sky, the rain, the sun
my heart knows when I should walk away, that moment is now.

Im done feeling like a stranger to myself.
I love writing and music.
  Feb 2016 Eve
ryn
I once professed my love to the wind...*    

I had professed that I admired the way
     it had caressed my face.  
           The way it cupped my cheeks    
   and combed through
                 my tousled hair.

I once professed my love to the wind...    

I had professed that I was infinitely enamoured        
with its playful but gentle ways.            
The way it would upset            
the serenity of my clothes.      
          The way it would engulf me cool        
on a hot sunny day. 

I once professed my love to the wind...    

I had professed that I get addicted to the way
it would reach into my lungs  
and abscond with my breath.    
Leaving me asphyxiated for a brief moment      
before mischievously  
introducing new air;
hale and fresh.  

I still profess my love to the wind...    

I'd profess my adoration for the way    
she fills my sails full      
and my heart full of hope.        
For I am a lone sailor        
in a crowded ocean.      
Sailing in a vessel bound for nowhere...      
Traversing time and space      
with my love, my breeze...          
my air.              

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Eve Feb 2016
take advantage of me,
of my love
my body
just as you did her,
and her
and her

but i want you to treat me differently,
i want you to love me
I don't know, I wrote this at work this morning at like 2:30 am
  Feb 2016 Eve
Caroline E
Just thinking about the person I could've been kissing
Thinking about the person I'll forever be missing

Thinking about all the mistakes I've made
How I can never correct them, for it is too late

Thinking about how you were mine all along
But you never know what you have until it's gone
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