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Mattea Marie Oct 2013
i think the day
i stop writing poetry
about you
will be the day
you stop reading it

the day you stop
wondering
about my life
and how im doing

or maybe you already have
Mattea Marie Oct 2013
My mother is a vegetarian
I grew up on tofu and kale
We eat meatless meatballs
And always try new organic foods
I know about healthy

Your are the candy
I convince myself I don't need
But still eat anyway

You poison my body
Spreading through my veins
Infecting me
From the inside out

You chip away at my strength
Deteriorate my self esteem
So I'm convinced I need you

I know about healthy
So how did I end up
In such an unhealthy place?
Mattea Marie Oct 2013
We used to be in love
Not even once upon a time

We used to go for drives
And spend hours
Just talking

We sang to each other
Badly
But we smiled through
The words

We held hands
Kissed each other
Goodbye

Fell asleep together
Made memories together

We had the kind of love
That some people spend
An entire lifetime
Trying to find

We were best friends
And lovers
In the most innocent
Sense of the word

I wonder if you remember
Loving me
Mattea Marie Oct 2013
You used to tell me
You always looked back
Whenever we parted
I wish I knew
If that was true
Because now
I'm the one
Always glancing back
To the bittersweet pain
Of watching you
Walk away
Mattea Marie Oct 2013
I like being tickled
Because I know you use it
As an excuse
To pull me
Closer

And I like being in your arms
Mattea Marie Oct 2013
you are composed
of stardust
galaxies sigh
in the creaks of your
bones
stars explode
down the bend in your
spine
your heartbeat
is an echo
of the big bang
your muscles
strain
with the weight of
worlds

your body is a universe
and you are
breathtaking
Mattea Marie Oct 2013
someday i want to wake
in streams of sunlight
and messy bedsheets
just to roll over
and feel you stir
against me
blink the sleep from your eyes
and sigh
i'd want to kiss you goodmorning
make you tea
and read the newspaper
or maybe just be
with each other

there's something to be said
about the magic of
mornings
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