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 Dec 2013 Nikki Whittaker
Ciara
Interesting,
how much power one person can hold over you.
The way they look at you, the way they speak to you, the way they touch you.
It's almost manipulative, in a sense.
How they can make you feel so many things at once, whether elation or major ******* depression.

How easily they could crumble you,  
send you over the edge.
and you would let them...

I love you.
 Dec 2013 Nikki Whittaker
Ciara
Sometimes,
I wish you married me.
Sometimes, I break down.
Give up everything, but then I think...
    about you.

Sometimes, I don't want to get better.
Most of the time, I just get worse.

Though you aren't here, I don't dare to erase what I thought we had.
I could lie and try to say that I'm the same.

Sometimes, I torture myself with the thought of you and
                             her.
And it ***** me up so much, and you know it.
you ask what's bothering me.
you ******* know what's bothering me.
you tell her you love her.
And you just *******....
I love you. but you need to stop.
please,
            stop.

I understand I'm being selfish,
but holy ****, aren't we all?
I just don't want you loving someone else, or thinking about loving someone else,
when you tell me you love me.


I understand I may be overreacting, but oh my ******* ****.
You need to stop.
 Dec 2013 Nikki Whittaker
Ciara
"Leave him, he's already starting to ignore you."

Funny, that's what I've been hearing lately.
Funny how it's pretty ******* true.

I mean, I understand that I'm just your girlfriend,
and it makes me selfish to want to be with you all the chances I get.
But, I love you. Maybe I'm too attached. jealous. crazy?

but when I know, that you talk to
         her,
and pay more attention to
         her,
and erase your messages with
          her
when I ask to use your phone.

It bothers me.
How she ******* talks to you like she's in love with you.
It makes me feel really insecure when you pay more attention to her,
but I guess I am just really needy.

I don't know how to feel.
I trust you.
I just don't trust
     her.

****...
 Dec 2013 Nikki Whittaker
Dandy
Instead of a light read
This is more of a late read
A wipe the slate read

New needs and different greeds
We're meant to meet when leaves sheath
I think about the time speed
or time spent amongst wasting
It's trash green, slime I bleed
Blood spilt while red lights gleam
High beams and tear streams

The skull seam
A conscious stream
of unconscious scenes
A habitual response to television screens
Thought patterns of your name seem
un-welcomed sit-ins for the brain team

It's a game spent creating
a world for the changing
A gut for the taking
and a heart for the breaking
I'd **** for a day dream
****** for a breath taking
Leave town for a quiet waking
that'd fulfill the craving

for the warmth of your body on my back claiming
to know something without wasting
love something without hasting
and trust something without caving

Inject into my blood stream
the heroine of your daily raining

DDD
*(11/5/2013)
 Dec 2013 Nikki Whittaker
julian
This one's going to be good

**** it...quit walking so **** heavy

The floor...if it was ice...you would be in the cold water

Your anger frustrates me...sometimes I really hate them...

Bunch of addicts...sometimes that comment is funny...

Other times I mean it

Rats in the walls...but really they are mice

Little green pieces of hardened poison

In the sheets

In my toes...no...that never happened

But

I will tell you this never drop your keys in a foot of snow....
The ocean tried to bear the sun,
And with brevity
It caught aflame-
It lit the world on fire.

But water is not made to burn.
So rose the Titan,
So came the day,
So crashed the waves away.

And it sung, and it sung, and it
Fell from the sky

But to see a star crawl from the sea
Will leave a mystery:
Who, far away, is there to greet the sun,
Before it returns to me?

Perhaps no one waits, like me,
And it lays to rest-unaccompanied.

Surely, though, another sees!
Another soul rejoices,
To see a giant fall from high
Like heaven to its knees

And if no love for him remains
Always will there be-
An ocean, in some reverie,
To swallow up the Sun.
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