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Mattea Marie Jul 2014
I don't know how to love you
I can't love
The man who fixed me
The same way I loved
The man who broke me
But you fill the spaces I have
You mold to me
And you've molded
Parts of me
You left your fingerprints
On my heart
And your scent leaves my brain
In a haze
You and I
Are not perfect people
But we complement each other
And your hold on me
Is stronger than I ever
Anticipated
I love my ******* best friend
Because you're mine
I don't know how to love you
The way you
Deserve
Mattea Marie Jul 2014
If you look up "love"
In the dictionary
There shouldn't be
A definition
"Love" cannot be confined
By a sentence
Or a phrase
If you ask me
What I think "love" is
I could not answer
In words

All I know is
When you look at me
With those *******
Ocean eyes
And grin at me
With the smile that
Stops my world,
I feel the pressure of my heart
Compressing
And expanding
Simultaneously

I can't tell you
How I know I'm in love
I can only love you
And hope that it's
Enough
Mattea Marie Jul 2014
Your kisses are like crack
And baby I'm
Addicted
The touch of your lips
Sends my heart into
Dangerous palpitations
The world disappears
When you whisper
Your poisonous love
Into my skin
Saying goodbye has never
Been so
Impossible
These withdrawals
Might be the death
Of me
But it's worth it
Ask me to pick my
Poison
I'll pick you every time
Mattea Marie Jun 2014
I have been perpetually
Exhausted
But sleep only comes
Easy
When I'm in your arms
Mattea Marie Jun 2014
The backseat of
His car smells
Like bonfire
And whiskey
And him
He trailed his
Sleepy fingers
Down my spine
And split me open
For him
I knew I was doomed
When he told me
He believed in me
Because I was worth
Believing in
Mattea Marie Jun 2014
Big city life calls
To me
The anonymity of
Fast-paced
Anxiety
Forms an intricate
Anthole world
Tiny creatures constantly
Moving
Scurrying
Hurrying
Each tangled in their own
Complicated web
Connected in some
Way to everyone
Else

The lights call my name
Wait for me
Mattea Marie Jun 2014
I have two months
And seventeen days
Until our every day
Conversations
End

And it *****
Going even one night
Without hearing
From you
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