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Michelle Feb 2016
I could be brave,
Or at least I could try.
Lord knows I've had a lot of practise.
I could be stubborn.
I could match your decibels.
I could cry.
I could listen.
I could do damage or be damaged
If I thought it's what you wanted.
I could sing your favourite song,
Admit that I was wrong,
Be weak, or be strong.
I could plead, pray, or beg.
I could hold my head high.
But I could never be yours could I?
Michelle Feb 2016
A magnolia cell,
My own vanilla hell.
No heart.
No home.
No friend of mine.

Anonymity hangs.

No trace of the last,
Nor memories of past.
No heart.
No home.
No friend before.
Michelle Feb 2016
The picture spoke a thousand lies,
A thousand lies but not a word.
We stare, obsess, we analyse,
But not a word was spoke or heard.
That intoxicated smile hides
That painful party, now a blur.
Pictures mask what stays inside
And only show us as we were.
No fair display of life in truth,
They capture only our disguise.
She appeared content for all her youth,
A theory which she now denies.
Michelle Feb 2016
You deserve a new delivery,
A sentence unspoken.
But when my lips do part,
And as do we,
I fear of unoriginality.
There are words that fit
But do not do justice.
Do not tire of me,
I pray,
Until I find a new way.
Michelle Jan 2016
I want to be thin.
I want to trade skin
And what lies within.
Let's trade prayers,
Trade pledges.
My curves for your edges.
Let's trade places,
Faces.
Trade lack of embraces.
I'll take your eyes
And your highs
In exchange for my toes
And my lows.
If only.
Michelle Jan 2016
We had it all, Jacob and I.

Without two pennies to rub together we were the richest beings alive.
Our time together was bright with technicolor and on Sunday's we would make love all afternoon and listen to Oasis.
And when we were apart, Jacob and I would excite ourselves over the inevitable euphoric bliss of our next reunion.

You have never been in love until you've spent seven hours on the same bench in the same park conversing at a hundred miles an hour with someone whom you've known for so long, yet still learning new things about them with every word they speak.
And you have never been in love until you've felt sick with fear of losing the very same person that can level you with their eyes.

I once was afraid of love but not anymore.
Michelle Jan 2016
He is the only one who I truly need.
The one whose arms shield and protect me as a castle does a queen.
When I am sad his are the only hands which can wipe away my tears,
And he wields the only smile that can sooth my soul and rid my fears.
His eyes, oh how his beautifully cliche eyes see me. All of me.
It takes a fool to fall in love
And a fool to run from it.

I know one day he'll break my heart
And there'll be nobody to blame.
He'll be worth the pain when we part
And no one else will be the same.
He is the only one.
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