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  Apr 2015 morning glory
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Remembrances of you remain
In the farthest reaches of my mind.
But I do not know why I cannot refrain,
The reason that you stay on my mind, I cannot find.

You're even in my subconscious...
At night, you cloud all of my dreams.
And I still find myself singing your songs while I'm conscious,
I am still not over you, it seems.

Somehow all I can hear is your voice,
When I hear a song you like on the radio.
You've taken up a greater part of my life than anyone has, without a choice,
An unbalanced ratio.

I will always love you,
Infinitely until I find one that can replace...
But you are you, and it still stands true,
That in a crowded room, I see no other face.

I hope you, without condition, love me,
As I have hurt you as well.
I hate to see you hurt, especially by the cause of me...
As I have always wished you well.
  Apr 2015 morning glory
MV Blake
When you went to sleep today,
I counted all the steps
That sat between you and me,
Like miles and miles of roads,
So many twists and turns;
The path was lost without a trace.

Is it strange to think
That we judge our love
By distance to our hearts?
Or do we choose to use
The ground between us
To fill that empty space?

So explain these tears
That fall together,
Sliding down my cheek
To join my other fears,
Of romance and careers,
As we drive this finite race.
For my Uncle Alec, who passed away this morning.
A sketch, a word,
A piece of paper.
With emotions never heard.
That was sent to him or her.

Completely ignored by the crush,
As a sad person loses their heart
Or hangs from a noose strung in a rush.
And a soul and mind depart.

A burning desire,
A timeless sorrow,
Burning like a blue fire,
Scorching the dawn of tomorrow.

Horrid and deppressed.
A black hand reaches from the shadows.
To turn people sick and compressed.
When they drown in the shallows.

An ignored confession,
An oblivious crush,
With a knife session,
Put against the skin, where the color is blush.

A single drop,
Of Crimson liquid.
Most of the time considered a prop,
To shrivel up and die, as the knife cuts mid.

They're never seen again,
In love or memory
When the love feels the pain,
And sees with eyes that can't see.
  Apr 2015 morning glory
Emily Mary
As if you actually know what its like to love you,
Dealing with mind bending headaches
That only seem to scrape at the sides of my temples like broken glass in my fingertips
I catch myself playing sappy love songs to try to soothe my broken heart
But don't worry I understand you didn't mean to hurt me,
With all those late night phone calls of you
Serenading sweet words of your ignorance
You tell me, that you love me

I wouldn't dare to tell you that I stay up --- all hours of the night
Pondering the gritty words you said before you kissed me
You tasted like sandcastles and night stars
As if you were my daydream

As if you actually knew what it meant to cry 10,000 5 am tears,
set aside just to greet your face at 7  
because you don't know I'm quickly cracking like elephants on eggshells

As if you know how to love a women like a straight man,
your hands caress my arms like how the sunset kisses the horizon or
Almost how the stars melt into the atmosphere
You are my atmosphere I breathe you in like oxygen
But you've become poisonous,
what used to be my lifeline is now my deathbed
you're no good for me

Because you don't look at me the same way you look at him
with your big brown eyes as deep as the milky way
Your laugh as loud as meteors
You never cease to amaze me
Yet you still tell me you want to hold me in your castle arms,
You say that you want to hold down my fortress
You say you want to be my knight in shining armor
but I know you'd rather carry the weight of him instead of me

Constellations grapple to the under belly of your lies
The moon has whispered in my ear once again
that you are no good for me
But I don't think that you understand
I know you don't understand
Please, why can't you understand

That we...
We are no good for each other

Because while you're above the clouds,
Way past the heavens,
I have my feet firmly planted in reality.
  Mar 2015 morning glory
Poppy Johnson
we only feel so empty
because we left
little pieces of ourselves
in everything that
we once loved;
once lost.
Ive been coughing up blood since you left
there are dark circles around my eyes and everyone remarks that  i look tired
they ask me if i need anything but honestly all i need is you back in my life
but you aren't here so i'll start sleeping less because  when i do sleep
i have to wake up and realize the only place i see you is in my dreams
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