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What happens when you leave?
I don't need you,
but I want you.
I like how I am when I'm with you.

I don't want to pick up the pieces of my broken heart,
yet again.
But I know that everything is fleeting,
especially us.

I will always ask you to love me in the morning,
as sleep coats your mind I will beg for reassurance.
I need to know that when I wake up you will be there,
kissing my forehead,
and telling me that you still love me.
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g
s
that
form
thou
ghts,
that
form
words,
that          form
sente            ­     nces,
that                       form
rope,                         which
ties                               itself
into a                            noose.
Your                         ­     words
are also                    a rope,
that saves me from
drowning.
Sorry if you can't read it.
Kinda.
When did I lose the ability to feel,
The ability to care,
The ability to love…
Am I alive?
I’m not sure
I think I died when you left me
My body is still here
But my heart is gone,
Ripped out, along with my soul
So what do I do now,
With this useless body I’m left with?
Lifeless and hopeless
There’s only one thing to do
Jump into the ocean, water so blue
But I can’t swim
Yes, that’s the point
One more hit off this joint
Splash – it’s over…
And when you
            love someone;

their name
begins
to sound like
a song that
never leaves
       your
            head.


-Andrew Durst.
 Nov 2014 Nikki Gryphon
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Colour
 Nov 2014 Nikki Gryphon
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A mixture of colours in your eyes, I see
"What colour are your eyes?" I ask thee
Emotions hidden under an unfathomable hue
Colourful orbs that are almost see through

A storm blue stare that pins me in my place
Pierces through my soul, locking me in a haze
Looking deep into your eyes, I lose myself in a maze
Because of thee, I have been hypnotized for days

In harsh winds and cold weather
The beauty of your eyes never wavers
Orange red like falling autumn leaves
Golden specks of sunlight that shines so brilliantly

Pale green like the first of spring
Oh such joy and peace your eyes bring
Dark green that almost looks like blue
How I wish I could see you through

Seasons passed, but you never answered me
"What colour are your eyes?" I asked thee
Emotions still lie beneath an unfathomable hue
Just tell me the colour of your eyes, oh please do


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 Nov 2014 Nikki Gryphon
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i remember when you would beg me to read to you
in the early hours of the morning
when conversation had kept us awake
i could tell you were smiling by the sound of your exhales
although my eyes never moved from the words on the page before me.
we would make love
until you were too tired to finish a whispered 'goodnight'
i would follow you into dreams
my last and first thoughts always of happiness

this was a long time ago
before i left you, before you left me

that's the thing with love;
it changes
it begins like a fire
embers and smoke
until it's Winter
you're alone
and the smell of ash is making you remember
everything you wish you could forget
 Nov 2014 Nikki Gryphon
Aspen
there's nothing beautifully
tragic about wanting to slit
your wrist open and drown
in your own blood
there's no one to wipe away
your tears and sing you a
lullaby while you fall asleep
in their arms
there's not going to be some
sort of miracle person that
will burst into your life and
take away all of the tragedy
and pain
you have to do it yourself
you have to pick yourself up
brush off your knees
save yourself
Hid my tears with makeup
      Curled my hair despite the burns
   Pierced through my desperation for
                            earrings
       Some may call me an attention
                              *****
        Or a girl who finally embraced   
                     her feminine side
                      But I don't care
      Your opinion is the only one that
                            matters
But you had the audacity not to notice
               *Your Porcelain Doll
Humans forget that
Nature is their home too
When they chop it down
Having some emotional feelings from when they chopped down my favourite uncle's tree and he died. At least he didn't mistake his arm for a tree branch as my grandfather did
One fine day
    About midnight
Two dead soldiers
    Got in a fight.
Back to back
    They faced each other.
Drew their swords
    And shot each other.
A deaf policeman
    Heard the noise.
Came out and
    Killed the two dead boys.
If you don't believe
    This lie it's true.
Ask the blindman
    He saw it too.
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