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******. I'm confused. You act like we're    together, then you act like I'm being used. When you write your poetry it strikes a chord in me, but you won't say and I'm too afraid to ask you see.  I think that we might be exclusive but it's hard to know.  Bring a toothbrush and bring some clothes. Is it the fact that I'm still legally bound? Or is it when you're drunk is the only time you want me around? You let me come over one night and just gave me your shoulder. That was the first time we just slept together. No ***, no attempts, just slept in pure innocence. We've had times since, just laying there. Holding eachother till dreams commence. Thing is, I need to know. What are we, where do you want this to go? One day I feel I am ready, take on a new journey, the next I'm scared and I don't want to be your hunny. I'm sure it's just because I don't know. Please tell me so I can go on with my show...
Just fyi, I'm legally separated and the divorce will be final in May.
It's like being stabbed a thousand times
only it last longer and it hurts more.
Wanted to be short
i no longer speak to the wind,
she doesn't listen,
and she blows whichever way she wants
©rainecooper
 Mar 2016 Nicolas Andrade
MaYJa
''You can still look **** without potraying *** in pictures''
My darling
if ever any other woman were to  kiss me
all she would taste is you.
 Mar 2016 Nicolas Andrade
Delilah
we never write about new beginnings
every piece is just getting more still
happiness is reached as a state of rest
it's all jean jackets and midnight rabbits
we're a generation of pictures of shoes
let's keep getting drunk
as an excuse to walk home hand in hand
let's just admit teenage love
might only exist in cars
let's think so long
we gather dust

i keep inviting you into my altered past
i keep inventing new religions
i keep forgetting that we're probably all living for a reason
 Jan 2016 Nicolas Andrade
topacio
i cant wait to meet
the future poems
i will write.
poetry poems meeting gathering write
 Jan 2016 Nicolas Andrade
Noxx
Dry
 Jan 2016 Nicolas Andrade
Noxx
Dry
I think maybe

I gave too much

For too long

It feels like theres nothing

Left to take.

Nothing left to give.

And the center of my body

Where I  used to keep

Every whisper of love for you

For me. For everyone.

It just feels

Lighter.

It may be empty now.

But thats me now.

Nothing like before

But thats me now.

Now, the cold.

The cold doesn't hurt so much
Everyday older is another day colder.

— The End —