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alexandra Sep 2018
your laugh is truly contagious.
people can say thats a cliché,
yet its not at all that way.

when you smile at me
I cannot help but smile at you
last night thats all we'd do.

each joke, each glare, each smile, each stare.

Its in my mind I choose to ignore .

In my heart last night is what I'm longing for.

*******.
alexandra Sep 2018
the way it happens
you truly don't see it coming
Im afraid theres no escape now

I only long to be in your loving
alexandra Jul 2018
U
were never there

left alone without U
when I first realized
I cried

I am nothing to you.
But to me
U
are everything

I am a disposable object
a mirage
broken

U
are not me
without me
u are whole
alexandra Jul 2018
how you make me feel
it consumes my mind
entertains me, captivates me, holds me in a cell
my feelings wanting to break free
yet
my lips are sealed

when you ask me who do you want
I say nothing
enslaved by my own will
I dont want to speak

you know I want you
I can't hide my actions
my speculations are driving me crazy
I am trapped
I am trapped

what if I spoke
more than just a stupid joke
I would be free
I could be me

Freedom of feeling
it is liberating
also deteriorating
decorating
heart-breaking
faking


when feelings are like a fragile glass
shattered at the slightest shake

is it  really worth
risk taking
  Jun 2018 alexandra
Ernest Hemingway
If my Valentine you won't be,
I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.
alexandra Jun 2018
falling for someone

is it meant to kick you down
cut you up and bruise you
coating you
in a
shiny coat of red

pain mixes with emotions of love
hides behind words
feelings
actions
contorting itself into pleasure

blame others
it isn't your fault

but

only your blood
comes out of

your body

when you,

fell.
alexandra Jun 2018
paintbrush strokes brush the canvas
each bristle individually placed upon a blank slate
nothing but color as an image of her thoughts
put up as a masterpiece for everyone to admire

behind the beauty of the artwork
hides the blank canvas
no bristles, nothing but a clean slate
for the painter to paint away their thoughts
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