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Natalie Perez Jun 2014
"I glanced at him and my eyes widened and it seemed as though every constellation had come together to craft his perfection; and I questioned how the one who could drag me to hell still remain my
heaven"  
-n.p.
Natalie Perez Aug 2013
And in the evening.
I wrote poems on his back.
His skin was my journal.
My fingertips were my pen.
And as they dug deep into his skin he became a work of art.
Even more so than he already was.
                                    -n.p
Natalie Perez Jul 2013
But she couldn't harm a fly
               So she picked herself apart instead
                                       -n.p.
Natalie Perez Jul 2013
You were my Prince Charming.
I hope you know that.
Now you've gone and found yourself a new princess.
But you're still my Prince Charming
Even if ill never get to call you mine
-n.p.
Natalie Perez Jul 2013
Is it weird?
That I don't believe in love?
My parents met at the age of 14 and have been together ever since.
But I don't believe in love
I believe two people can really like eachother.
But to love someone is to know all their darkest secrets and to still have the desire to hold them close to you.
So you can like someone, you can lust after them
But can you really love them?
-n.p.
Natalie Perez Jul 2013
He stands up tall beating at his chest like he's king of the jungle.
But in reality he's ripping at his flesh in order to release the demons that are eating away at the thing that lays beneath The skin and bones because he won't let his demons take his throne
-n.p.
Natalie Perez Jul 2013
And so I broke his heart so I could know how it felt  to be one who isn't broken
-n.p.
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