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Miranda May 2017
the thing about me
is that I crave intimacy.
but I've grown up in this way
of believing that two people can never really connect
when there's fabric between their bodies
so I part my lips,
and I kiss your skin,
desperate to feel like I am part of something.
I listen to our breaths
and feel our bodies synchronize,
reaching out with my mind,
hoping somehow it'll mingle with yours.
But two souls can't connect
when it's just another, "****."
and when I open my eyes,
I allow guilt to settle in
vulnerable and naked,
with remnants of burning fingers on my skin.
May 2017 · 586
The Tale of Loss
Miranda May 2017
I woke up this morning without the scent of your coffee in the air.
I scrunched my eyes and tried to sniff,
but the scent of your body wasn't there.
I paused, then frowned, confused by the missing fragrances.
Crawling out of bed, I made my way to the kitchen,
only to find a letter full of ******* sentences.
"I'm sorry," you wrote, "I'm leaving you now."
"My heart isn't happy here, I wanted to tell you sooner but I didn't know how."
I crumpled the paper as my eyes became full,
my intentions were pure, how could I have been such a fool?
"not happy here," replayed in my brain,
surely I was going crazy, maybe this is just a game.
with blurry eyes, I walked through the house
noticing your belongings were still there.
Confused, then angry, I thought,
"Leaving reminders isn't really that fair."
Then reality set, and I remembered your struggles.
Fear came next and I was screaming at the bubbles.
There you laid,
submerged in the water

"nothappyherenothappyherenothappyhere" it wouldn't stop
replay replay replay
why won't it stop?

Your wet body in my arms, I dialed for the operator.
I knew you were too far gone but I had to try for a doctor.
How could you leave me, but how could you not?
Your mind was your monster and it grew stronger than I thought.
The EMT's came but it all stayed a blur.
White walls, white rooms, but nothing of her.
"3:42 a.m." they said,
the number of your passing.
So everyday I've sat and grieved,
questioning my actions.

You're gone and I'm alone.

Left with all these thoughts.
People have come and gone
but my demons are all I've got.

You left and I'm alone.

Losing my own battles.
I don't want to fight,
I don't want these struggles
and now I finally understand
why you chose the bubbles.
Mar 2017 · 888
For You, I Hope.
Miranda Mar 2017
I want to learn your secrets;
hear the things you've never told;
reach inside and **** your mind,
burn the things that make you cold.

I wish to know your dreams,
those that keep you awake;
peak inside and try to find
a way to give your worrisome mind a break.

I need to know your sins,
the ones you're ashamed to speak;
hold your hand, comfort them away,
reassure you that they don't make you weak.

I hope to know what haunts you
in the silence of your days,
do you think of me, do you think of her?
What words do you wish you could unsay?

I yearn to know your desires,
fetishes that make you tick;
grasp your heart, feel your skin,
discover the way our bodies click.

I crave to love your soul
in all the ways a person could;
hold your fears, kiss your tears,
adore you the way a lover should.
Mar 2017 · 1.0k
Time Is, but Time Isn't
Miranda Mar 2017
I've learned that Time is only the indication of one thing: Time.
It determines the seconds, minutes, hours as they pass
But it can't determine the rate at which a person falls.

First sight;

first smell;

first touch
,
Important factors in the drop.

First laugh;

first kiss;

first hug,

Time doesn't get to determine how quickly he learns to make your heart stop.

I've always had these rules because Time told me they were right.

"Can't eat until that time."

"Can't shower until this time."

Can't give my heart away to a man after 28 days
Because Time claims, 'Too soon.'

But Time doesn't see the details.
It can't stop it's ticker, pause,
and see the way his hands make your body quiver.
No,
time doesn't get to take a break
to feel the way his eyes gaze at you
as if he has never seen anything more beautiful.
And time can't feel the breath your lungs take
at the simple sight of him.

I've always had these rules because Time told me they were necessary.
And when he told me of the love he felt after 21 days,
I looked to time who yelled,
"Too soon, too soon, too soon, he can't possibly feel that now."
But then I look at him
and I can see the way he looks at me.
I get to feel the gentleness of his touch
and the intensity of his kiss.
Time can only pass.
And I've realized that time will pass,
whether you let yourself fall too soon
or if you allow the passing minutes
to inform you of when it's okay to start loving someone.
Time can only indicate the time.
Time counts the seconds.
But time does not get to tell me when it's okay to feel anymore.
May 2015 · 2.1k
Our Melody
Miranda May 2015
Take my hand.
Close your eyes.
Breathe me in.
Just free your mind.

It’s only us.
Time does not exist.
There’s no need to rush.
Just enjoy this bliss.

Trace my lips,
As you hear me speak.
Can you hear the thumping,
Of my racing heartbeat?

Let your hand,
Graze my cheek.
As I listen intently,
To the words you speak.

Do you feel the air,
Brush by your skin?
Do I stir up something
Deep within?

Relax your muscles.
You’re safe with me.
Forget the world.
As we make our own melody.
May 2015 · 673
Hear My Heart
Miranda May 2015
Don’t Move.
Just Close your eyes.
Listen to my heartbeat.
Hear the pace rise.

Forget about the world.
Just focus on my heart.
Do you feel that?
I don’t want us apart.

Ignore the wind.
Pay attention to me.
Pretend it’s not there.
Then maybe you’ll see.

Lean in close.
It’s just me and you.
Make our lips touch.
Do what lovers do.

Lose yourself in me,
And I’ll do the same.
Love me with all of you’re being.
Make sure we never change.
Apr 2015 · 531
Your Call
Miranda Apr 2015
I often feel at times,
That maybe You are with me.
And maybe that I'm not as lost,
As I make out to be.

Maybe You're inside me,
Guiding me along.
But Your plan can't be to lead me away,
Because the Bible says that's wrong.

But all in all You are the greatest; ruler of us all.
And in the end I have no choice,
But to wait patiently for Your call.
Apr 2015 · 2.5k
The Perfect Pair
Miranda Apr 2015
Sometimes I sit and stare
At my grandparents
Admiring the love they share.
It's beautiful
And true
Evident
In everything they do.
It's a relationship
To be jealous of
To strive for
To look for
Not many of us find it
But the lucky ones do.
They were young
He was wild
She was innocent
But something in them mixed
Now it's forty years later
And their kids had kids
They make me believe in love
And look forward to the future
I see the possibilities
Never-ending
Always there
I hope someone will love me
Like they love each other
To be like my grandparents;
The perfect pair.
Apr 2015 · 5.4k
She Wonders
Miranda Apr 2015
Often

She sits

    And wonders

Does she make

Somebody’s heart




Skip?
Apr 2015 · 517
Feel What You Can't See
Miranda Apr 2015
I close my eyes,
Searching for that feeling
I know it's there
Because I can sense it.
My brain is straining.
My heart is breaking.
Both trying so hard
To grab something familiar;
Something safe.
But what was once warm,
Turned icy cold.
Just like your heart
When you left.
Apr 2015 · 608
Give And Take
Miranda Apr 2015
In my chest, my heart remained
Until you came along.
You smiled at me and ripped it out;
Now my empty chest feels wrong.

At first it wasn't so bad.
You held it close and sweet.
But in your other hand, you gripped the knife,
And I was blindsided by your deceit.

Into my heart, you stabbed the dagger,
And walked away so proud.
I tried to plead, but my withering heart,
Made it far too hard to be loud.
Apr 2015 · 832
Thunder In Her Mind
Miranda Apr 2015
Sunshine after the storm?
All I've seen is rain.
Things get better?
Too late, I'm already going insane.
I'll find happiness?
Apparently not soon enough.
Life has its bumps?
More like life is rough.
I'm beautiful the way I am?
Please, I see right through your bluff.
I'm being ridiculous?
Really, because I feel like I'm dying.
I'll be okay?
You only say that because you never witness me crying.
I'm perfect?
Have you even looked at me.
I have a distorted view?
Well what I see is what I see.
I need to eat?
No, I don't.
You'll make me?
No, you won't.
What's wrong with me?
I wish I knew.
I'm going to die?
Well, just know I love you.
You'll get me help?
I can't be fixed.
Stop being negative?
Sorry, my feelings are mixed.
I have such a bright future?
How can I when I'm broken.
You love me?
My love I've already spoken.
My friends love me?
I have no friends.
I have tons of friends?
Are you kidding me, I have one.
People will miss me?
Just stop, I'm done.
May 2014 · 809
Seasons Change Too
Miranda May 2014
August brought the chilly weather
And the buds of blooming leaves
But you brought the tears to my eyes
And the knowledge that I wasn’t free

December brings snow-covered grounds
And the perfect weather for cuddling
But you brought your hands and that sadistic grin
And made it the perfect weather for smuggling

April brings the shining sun
With flowers popping up from the ground
But with you, came the gray skies
And all hope of being saved was profound

July brought the sun
And the heat with it too
But you brought the insecurities
And the feelings that I wouldn't ‘do’

July said ‘Goodbye’ and moved into August
Giving me hope anew
And with their farewells, just like the seasons,
I said goodbye too.
Mar 2014 · 950
Is This Heartbreak?
Miranda Mar 2014
My chest is physically hurting.
But I haven’t cried.
I've yet to shed a tear, yet my eyes just want to flood.
She’s all he talks about.
And he barely even looks at me anymore.
I've never liked someone so much,
And now my heart is being torn.
How do I heel from this?
How can I keep him out?
How can I stop this hurting in my chest
And learn to live without?
What has he done to me?
I knew opening up was wrong.
He fed me lies and words I needed.
But never meant a single one.
He sat there, watching, amused by the convincing.
Flirting everyday, texting non-stop.
Making me believe that it was I that he had wanted.
But I wasn't
And I learned too late.
That I was just a conquest.
Another life to shake.
Mar 2014 · 1.4k
My Path
Miranda Mar 2014
I'm taking a path; a long winding road.
Trying to find my place; my home.
I don't know where I'm at, there aren't any signs.
I took my own path, now I'm lost on the sidelines.
I don't know who I am; a constant search of mine.
I live out of daydreams with no sense of time.
I ignored all their demands, trying to become my own person.
But it backfired on me because now I don't feel human.
I used to be vibrant, happy, and fun.
Now I'm lucky to feel anything but numb.
Laughing used to be easy but now it's become a chore.
I need a way out; an exit; a door.
It's taken awhile but I've finally become guarded.
I've become a hard shell, yet I'm still kind-hearted.
This path is empty, aside from me.
I find myself thinking, "Is this how it's supposed to be?"
My life used to be a rainbow, not so dark and dreary.
It's hard to think back on memories without getting teary.
I've blocked everyone out, making them believe I don't care.
When secretly, I just want someone to help; to be there.
I've come to an opening at the top of the path;
I'm upon a hill, observing the lives I passed.
Wishing I was normal; wishing I was free.
But I'm not, because I've lost who I used to be.
Mar 2014 · 1.1k
E.D (Eating Disorder)
Miranda Mar 2014
When you're in your darkest hour,
I'll be there to knock you farther.
I'll make you believe I care.
It'll get so bad, you'll always need me there.
You'll say you hate me and try to leave,
But you'll come back as quick as you breathe.
You don't know it, but I've trapped you.
You want to tell someone but you don't know who.
I've made you think that no one wants you around.
You turn to me, unaware that I'm only going to knock you down.
Your friends try to help but I scare them away.
They see what you don't so you don't understand the hurtful words they say.
All this pain brings you closer to me.
You're too far in, now you'll never see.
You'll never go back to the girl you were before.
Because I've locker her away and took the key to the door.
I've made you believe that you were'nt pretty before you met me.
You thought you'd be strong enough to resist, you underestimated the power of an ED

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