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Michaela B Oct 2013
Even the air feels your absence.
Michaela B Oct 2013
i notice the things
that pass by you like the clouds
floating overhead
(how can you miss them?)
Michaela B Oct 2013
Crying is hidden
behind closed doors.
Michaela B Oct 2013
a poem is a living and breathing work of art.
breathe life into your poem with fantastical made-up words,
give it character with personality and finesse.
introduce depth to it by hiding secrets between the lines
and leave your sea shells dotting the tides of the stanzas.
begin it with a flourish,
and never, ever finish it because leaving it imperfect
is like letting it sail on through the adventures of life.
"all a draft has to do is exist."
Michaela B Oct 2013
I convince myself that I'm not good enough
and that is always the first mistake.
if only I had the confidence
to run straight into the storm
and brave through it
instead of losing my mind
to the number of losses and wins.
I think of how weak I am
instead of how much stronger I will become.
Michaela B Oct 2013
it takes an average person
fourteen minutes to fall asleep
but it took me fourteen minutes
to fall in love with you
and now I can't fall asleep.
Michaela B Oct 2013
love came like a storm
and
love went like a flash flood

love came like the spring flowers
and
love went like the dead winter trees

love came like an old friend
and
love went like a new stranger

love came like the latest newspaper issue
and
love went like the oldest encyclopedia volume

love came fast
and
love went slow
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