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  Jan 2015 Lexi Dvorak
Winter Frost
He is the one who makes me smile
He makes everyday worthwhile
He is the one who makes me, me
Someone I’m supposed to be

But then, he’s as clumsy as ever
Stupid everytime, but at the same time, clever
He blushes like the reddest fruit
And I find it very cute

He hangs out with a lot of girls
Some wear pearls, swirls and curls
Some are those who are full of lust
But he’s the one I truly trust

I love him the way he is
And he loves me the way I am
Being with him is pure bliss
He proved that he is worth a ****

Thought I’m just another girl in love
But he swore from up above.
He didn't come too late
And I held on to that red string of fate

There we sat at the park, in that bench.
“You’re such an idiot”
Then he showed me his wedding ring and said:
**“But I’m your idiot.”
A slightly contrast to my earlier poem :D I always post dark tragic poems so this is something different for me :D I like it myself though
  Jan 2015 Lexi Dvorak
Falling words
I started the process of memorizing you today

35 freckles on your right shoulder and a break in the cartilage on your right ear near the top was as far as I got

I think even if I have 100 more years in your arms, I'll never know how many individual hairs you have on your chin or why you sound like you're dying when you sleep

What an exciting thought
To never know all of you

I don't know if your I love you means what it means for me
Someday maybe I will

Or maybe I'll spend my whole life trying
To hear all your thoughts behind
the words
I love you
Lexi Dvorak Jan 2015
The air is intoxicating,
And malodorous.

I feel it suffocating me,
It saddens me.

Makes me feel nothing,
But nothing is a feeling so complex,
Because nothing is something,
And something is not nothing.

I can feel the air,
Tightening around me like a fist fighting death.

I can feel I----
Nothing.
  Jan 2015 Lexi Dvorak
Ember Evanescent
Don’t text me when you’re drunk
Don’t even say my name when you’re high
Don’t think about me when you’re with her
Don’t reduce my worth to that

I haven't heard from you in a while
I haven't pulled out your picture and looked at it in ages
I haven't written poetry about you in a long time
I haven't been missing you

You used to be more interested in books than Ecstasy
You used to swear for no reason less
You used to be kinder
You used to be what you aren't anymore

I secretly hope you've looked at my picture once or twice
I secretly hope you'll text me again one day
I secretly hope you miss me just a little bit
I secretly hope that if you ever decide to "miss me" again I have the strength and courage to say "That's nice."

not "I miss you too"
I need a distraction, but I need that distraction to be something new, and something alive, and preferably something with a cellphone and no girlfriend.
I feel like that's the only way to forget him.
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