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You took everything from me, Mr No Name.
You took everything from me, Mr I Take What I Want.
You took everything from me, Mr She Wanted It.
You took everything from me, Mr Her Cries Were Born From Pleasure.
You took everything from me, Mr Dark Burned Into My Mind.
You took everything from me, Mr Clothed and Untouched.
You drank all of my essence and now I am a tea-bag, drained.
Who will love me enough to never leave;
to adore me completely?

Who will be the one to sing my soul's songs
when I forget the melody and disregard the words?

Who will be the one to whom
my life I will wed?

Who will be the man who will look at me
like maybe I am the last shred of magic in the world?
You feel like home to me.
You feel like waking up on a Sunday and the first thing you hear
is precious raindrops on the roof.
You feel like poems and songs coming to life.
You feel like opening a new book
and drinking in the scent of the pages.

You feel like walking into an old friend
on a Saturday afternoon.
You feel like babies giggling;
sunlight filtering in between curtains, drawn.

You feel like sweaters and woollen socks.
You feel like inching my little finger towards yours,
as popcorn and big screen movies take over our souls.
You feel like an accidental brush of skin between lovers.

You feel like fresh linen against soft skin.
You feel like coffee on the porch with family.
You feel like my first kiss under the stars.
You feel like my eyes seeing the setting sun.
You feel like an ocean breeze playing with salty hair.
You feel like warm smiles and loving embraces.

You feel like exciting nights between newly-weds.
You feel like swinging higher and higher,
until your stomach fills with winged creatures.
You feel like leaves turning green; blossoms blossoming.

You feel like milkshakes and first dates.
You feel like tea with honey and roaring fires.

You feel like I will be drinking
you in
for the rest
of our lives.
Tie me up
with a bright red bow.
Go and tell them all
how much I did not know.

Place pebbles on my lids,
with bright blue eyes to stare.
Find and reveal my children
in galaxies of dreams I could not bear.

Wrap my blue body, tight,
for the red fire to burn.
Put me in the heat, white,
so I can finally take my turn.

But, please remember...

...cover my wrists;
just knot silk around them; red with ties.

...cover my scars
so no one may
know
I wanted to die.
You
When I write
you don't reply.
When I call
you ignore me.

When I think of you
I know you're not thinking of me.

I feel like I wasted
enough time.
I want to not need you
anymore.
As the raindrop
rushed down
to fall
on my hair,
I imagined
you knowing
that I know
you don't care.

As the water
drenched
my chestnut
strands,
I saw you
kiss her
and exchange
your wedding bands.

As the liquid
soaked
through
my scalp,
I closed my eyes
to not
completely
extinguish your bulb.

As the ice
entered
and turned
my heart,
I gripped
at the memory
of your eyes,
cold and hard.

Your ice
destroyed
the only trust
I had;
forever now
life will be lived
lonely;
never again glad.
I know now he cheated on me.
At night, when the stars gleam,
I see you in this particular dream.

You are across the street
with soft snow building around your feet.
My hands grow cold as I open a cafe door.
I slip on ice and slide across the floor.

You rush forward as if you were waiting for me.
I get caught in your eyes as my body meets its to be.

You speak and my ears sing.
I giggle and my hair gets caught in your ring.

When the door closes
duplicate snowflakes land on our noses.
We feel the spark
and a fire lights up the lonely dark.

We become friends and our fondness grows.
We are lovers, losing ourselves in linen-fresh throws.

Our lips get kissed.
Our bodies share breath.
We learn what it is to be missed.
We learn of everyone who had ever  left.

And as the dream comes to a close,
we are dancing in our street, rosy nose to rosy nose.

I wake with the sense that my soul met its mate.
I don't know you
and there are many doors until I will
but know,
for our little dance in our street,
I will never dare be late.
I want to run away to a brighter day.
I want to see myself be okay.
I want to live a care-free life.
I want to slit my wrists with a kitchen knife.

I need to feel like I can breathe.
I need to know no one wants to leave.
I need to feel the night fade to light.
I need to see my red blood, burn bright.

I have to know that you will not forget.
I have to be able to pay my debt.
I have to be the spark in your fire.
I have to bleed so you don't think me a liar.

There are many things in this world
that have me fold in on myself;
that have me, on the floor, curled.
And the only way out,
that I know is, into the world,
let them bleed; let my demons go.
9
I wish I knew a time
where Time should still;
so I could ask her
what she wants in her will.

I wish I knew a time
where I could share tea with Love;
so I could ask him
if I will ever be enough.

I wish I knew a time
where Luck was at my door;
so I could ask them
how I can ensure I will be more.

I wish I knew a time
where your eyes were meeting mine;
so I can tell you
that with you I find myself on cloud nine.
We are all doing things
we said we'd never do.
Inhaling poison while staring at bright flamed rings
and loving boys with eyes of the bluest blue.

We are all doing things
we said we'd never do.
Living without breathing; without dreaming
and going by unnoticed but screaming.

We are all doing things
we said we'd never do.
For instance, you are loving her
and I'm thriving without you.

We are all doing things
we said we'd never do.
But my rebellion is forever eclipsed
in your immaculate halo-ed hue.
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