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You're facing me, but your eyes are no where to be found.
Yes, you are facing me but your face is featureless.
All that's visible is your beard and the lips it protects.
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sludge pours from your gaping mouth.
A dark purple, thick liquid dripping slowly down your chin.
Most of the sludge makes a home in your beard,
just like my fingers used to burrow inside
and gently scratch the skin hiding underneath.
You used to love that.
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sludge is never ending.
Yet, this pool calls out to me,
as if to say "paint in my missing features."
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sludge smells sweet but sticks to my fingers.
I try to paint in your eyes but am stopped,
for I am unable to remember what your eyes look like.
Your mouth begins moving,
but there is no sound;
no words forming at the tip of your
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lips.
Of all details of you,
I remember your lips.
Kissing you was effortless.
Our lips would lock and never depart.
Your mouth always tasted of sugar; sweet, but too sweet.
Months of being tongue tied left me with cavities.
Your lips no longer look inviting when
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sludge continuously flows from them.
Looking closer now,
I can see letters forming at the tip of your tongue.
Too afraid to explore your mouth with my own once again,
I use ******* to gently pick up the letter.
M
Confused, I look again as more letters appear.
O-N-S-T-E-R
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was your favorite pet name for me.
In our most
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moments, I became the girl in your nightmares.
I  became a
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I at least was only a
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in your nightmares.
Every waking day you were,
and always will be
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If I cut you from my life
Like an image from a family photograph
Your absence would still exist
But it would lose your features
Make you into empty space

As nameless and yet as true as the heart
Which beats wildly inside me
As I imagine a new, strange lover's eyes
Meeting mine for the first time

And how
as we share our first drinks,
He'll ask me about you
And I won't remember the words I once said
To describe you
Because how do you explain something
That isn't there

lie with me
until the moon says it's last goodbye
and the sun peeks his head up
hoping to catch his lover before she leaves
then lie with me longer

kiss me
like the wave kisses the beach
drawing in then drawing out
never ending their dance
then kiss me longer

hold me
as the earth holds the tree
never letting go
even through the roughest storm
then hold me harder

love me
with the passion of a thousand summer thunderstorms
a mix of every emotion
fighting for dominance
then love me *harder

I don’t know why,
a tear falls from my eye,
onto a face that can’t see its own beauty,
I cant comprehend why a scream,
escapes a mouth,
that masks a smile,
like her life is a trial,
and she cant escape,
I can’t wrap my bruised mind,
around why god gave hands,
to a body so broken,
all it wants is to take away the pain,
then cover it up because society shames feelings,
I can’t fathom why,
a brain was given to a body,
that doesn’t want to try to survive.

Eyes are the window to your soul,
Eyes tell of the person that you are,
Eyes tell every emotion, Eventually (even behind your poker face).
Eyes show the real you: The happy you, The sad you, The scared you, the strong you!!
I see eyes on every face, every human that walks by.
I'm not blind!!! I see those Eyes, the whole expression on your face.
I may not know the feeling on the inside, but your Eyes share allot of what you feel on the outside, the outside that you may try to hide on the inside.
inside the person that you are, don't forget I have eyes too,
I know the feelings that you have because I am just like you!
Eyes simply reflect what you feel on the inside, visualize the images on the outside, an give you a picture inside your mind.  
By the way, my eyes are wide, wide open for realizing what real life looks like from nature to person.

Good things come to those who wait
But great things come to those who make it happen
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I write for many reasons
An I love all who write as well..

Your my poet family
I wish you guys all well..

I write because:
I want to..

I write because:
I need to..

I write because:
I have to..

I write because:
I bleed so..


For fun, for all,
For one.. unite..

For you, for me,
For us.. kryptonite..


My thoughts.. bewildering
My sence.. all fuse

The words I speak
Just want to spew..


Eager to write
Its on my mind..

Trust all of you
Will understand my writes..

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I have to get it out
Before the world finds out,
Whatever I am thinking,
Will all be known here now..

So thankyou for all who see
Feel free in my presence,
Love the honesty I get
You guys never let me down..