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 Dec 2012 Nathalie
Lucas LaBounty
It's always hard
to get the girl
when she thinks
you don't exist,
because you're the invisible,
the fly on the wall
the one that no one likes
but it's all right,
and it's okay,
it's not like you really loved her,
when in fact
you loved
and loved her
with all your heart.
You made it obvious
over and over,
time and again
you still do
you still will
no matter what happens,
you will love her,
and hate her,
But it's all right.
and it's okay
because they're the same,
it's insanity
it feels like crap
and it's not your fault
that you're below her,
but it is your fault
for thinking she'd feel he same
about you as you do her
but when 'it' is love,
you've got it bad, it's never good,
you've got it strong, it makes you weak
and no matter what you say,
you won't give it up
but it's not all right,
and it's not okay
because it's always hard to get the girl
when she thinks you don't exist.
Because to her you don't
because you're the invisible, the fly on the wall
 Dec 2012 Nathalie
Stacy Finnigan
i love you.
i just really love you.

i love that you are bold and distinct.
(and not completely unlike coffee.)

i love that you are warm and welcoming.
(and remind me of sweet summer sun.)

i love that you are unashamedly Southern.
(and i yearn for that homestead.)

i love that you are free, disciplined, committed.
(and too earnest to see the paradox.)

i love that you know you are arrogant, proud.
(and cover it with a humility that i reject.)

i love that you are always wanting to learn.
(and seek the One true Teacher.)

i love that you are not yet mine, not yet.
(and let me love you ever more from afar.)

i love that we may one day be One.
(and in mind, soul, body be so.)

i love you.
i just really love you.
I worry more then I should.
You are strong but I can not help to worry,
Think about you and wonder If your okay
If you need a shoulder too cry on
Or simply, someone to make you smile
Someone to tell you “it will all work out”
Someone you can hold…
I’m a thousand miles away
So there is not much I can do
Just hope and pray that you think about me,
And that when you do, you smile…not cry

I think more than I should.
You are probably sleeping, something I can not do at the moment,
Thinking if we will ever sleep in each other’s arms
Thinking about how peaceful you are right now,
Not having to think about anything, just dreaming
While I am stuck here with endless thoughts
Ideas that seem to never end
Ideas that bring me an unclear map
We were so young that summer.
So fresh and vivid and stupid,
rushing through our days when we should have been
reaching and searching for more life,
content instead to find it in
each other’s eyes
(yours sleepy, mine bright)
still only knee-deep in the world.

We walked there under the trees,
hearts beating fast
feet moving slow
golden light dappling our faces,
sweaty palm to sun-burnt cheek,
yearning like birds
for another day to hold each other
another way to know each other
another May to love each other—
still uncertain of what love really was,
but more than certain we were in it.

So I planted my feet on that unforgiving cement
while the breeze teased
our skin
how your kisses teased
my heart,
and I squeezed out a few hot tears
as you pulled my body against yours,
and we parted.

This sweet sorrow would have been
so much simpler had we known
that our beggar’s prayer would have been heard;
that we would get our second May,
and even soon a third;
that year after year of affection
would be defined by hot summer days,
spent in the happy attention
of young love’s hot summer gaze.

But I wish instead we could have known
that in the seasons in between
we would have hardened, we would have grown
and changed in ways that can’t be seen.
That deep in our marrow, beneath limber bone,
some spiteful little switch would flip
and turn our softened hearts to stone—
I’ve heard some call this growing up.

We dove headfirst into the truth
that we knew nothing of,
but was it love that stole my youth,
or age that killed my love?
 Dec 2012 Nathalie
Benjamin Adams
I forgot you once.

I was Free.

Your brown loving eyes
became only mud.

The curves of your body
ceased to be the shadowed rolling hills
that I was once lost in.

I was Free.

I forgot you once,
but it never happened again.
 Dec 2012 Nathalie
Jacob Kirk
It's been broken and repaired so much
My heart is mostly glue,
But it still beats and it still loves,
I think it's stuck on you.
 Dec 2012 Nathalie
Shana
Forgotten
 Dec 2012 Nathalie
Shana
You did this to me
unaware, not intended.
Nonetheless, you did.

It hurt,
I cried;
I thought you were done

Hurting me,
Talking to me.
You never replied.

S0 I gave up,
I moved on
from you and your silence

Then you did it.
The heartless, careless act.
No apology.

Do you remember?
Would you ever even acknowledge
my shattered heart, that you broke?

— The End —