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 Mar 2014 Nick Durbin
Steffanie
So here I sit at the bar,
Draped in smoke
Killing the liver, I drink more.
**** hearts and rings
**** fake smiles and laughter.
All I want is to be cloaked in you.
Bury
Myself
In
Your
Smile
So I sit.
 Mar 2014 Nick Durbin
Steffanie
This kind of dream, and all it's filled with is screaming of love and hate.
Tell me you love me, like there's no other.
Tell me you need me, like you've needed no other.
So tired of being second best to a fictional idea of perfection.
If you know where to find perfect by all means go and grab it.
"Whatever makes you happy" a terrible sound.
Like nails on a chalk board.
Like April rain on a lovely July night.
Love me and don't wish for fall.
If you're going to dream, dream for nothing at all.
At least then, your heart can remain full.
 Mar 2014 Nick Durbin
MKF
There is no greater pleasure
Than skin on bare skin
 Mar 2014 Nick Durbin
MKF
Cliché
 Mar 2014 Nick Durbin
MKF
We've become cliché,
And not just one,
But a multitude.
The forbidden romance.
The older man.
The late night phone calls.
The cigarettes after ***.
The hopeless romantics.
The songs we sing to each other.
The late night drives to nowhere.
The fling that never ends.
We've become cliché.
And I couldn't be happier.
For Trevor
You can love
anyone on the planet
And anyone on the planet
can love you.

But there are varying degrees of love.

Some love are meadows.
Some are graveyards.
Most, however,
are graveyards dressed as meadows.

But in either three,
all flowers are bound to perish.
The act of betrayal hurts because it is usually committed by someone you have trusted and loved the most. And you have been betrayed, your heart gorged. I just want you to know that you have the right to be angry and hold your grudge against that person and there is nothing wrong with that. Even negative emotions make you human.

However, you have to remember that not all people, in general, are like her. Not all will treat you the way she did, or they did; not everyone will treat you badly, the way you don't deserve.

Most people are cruel, yes, but some are kind and genuine. They maybe few, but they exist. You can expect that they will regard you correctly, because they know, as a human being, you deserve that. They will show you your importance, because you are important. In case you have forgotten, they will remind you. In case you have lost it, they will help you find it again.

In times of need, expect that they will choose you over anything else. Meetings. Classes. Birthday celebrations. Whatever. You are worth more than those. They know that you deserve to be the choice and not just an option.

Do not be afraid to trust again. Fully and genuinely. Opening oneself and giving in once more isn't easy, especially in your case, but you have to try. You have to try overcoming those obstacles and letting not the past defeat you. Not everyone you'll meet will stab you at the back, the way she did.

There are people who can and will show you your importance. They may be few, but they exist. I hope you find them. And I hope you find your fulfillment as a human being and the core of your existence. I hope you can say in the end, not matter how ugly and cruel the world is, that life's worth it.

I hope all these for you.
Sincerely.
To the scent of rain on dry Earth.
It's weird
how most people
looked at love

as a field of peaches
during the harvest time

and not as two palm trees
trying to weather the storms
of the barren land.
In this bedroom
with clattered papers
and dusty bags
and unwashed clothes and endless dreams

glittering and fading under the solitary light.

Truth is, I am somewhere else
somewhere near the shore
collecting sea shells
while the wind passed through my hair

my parts being scattered everywhere.

Maybe this is just a dream
this towel hanging lifeless on the headboard
the half-opened closet mouth gaping at me
the walls asking where I have been

the water bottle demanding a refill.

Maybe the truth is I am somewhere else
Somewhere, where sadness is far away.
Maybe I am sitting on a bench or inside my head
or in some star at 3 o'clock in the morning

*Waiting for your arrival.
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