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jat Dec 2013
we all loved being touched
in way we feel security and comfort

not the kind of touch where someone
holds our hand or our wrist tightly
when we walk across the road
just so we won't be knocked down
by a car or any speeding vehicle

the kind of touch when someone
cups our neck and meets our eyes
or places both their hands firmly
on both our shoulders

to just simply reassure
and to remind that
we could feel safe being
being with the ones
we think we can trust
jat Nov 2013
don't forget the strange lonely
chills you get at 5:15am
don't forget to look up the sky
for stars and for hopes
don't lose sight of the void
in your hearts and
your cold lone bones
don't forget those green
delicate veins under
your soft flimsy wrists
don't forget to leave those bleak
reflective yelling shards of glass
alone and out of sight
don't forget yourself
how you've stayed so strong
and even broke to pieces
don't forget you can finally
say that you are happy
again.
jat Nov 2013
flowers withering in forms of thoughts of you
steadily slow seeping through our intertwined souls
dried blood flaking off my lips to the sigh of your name
silent words dancing on our tongues we never share
subtle movements of dysphoria extricate from within
wrathful vibes linger in between figures of our wandering souls
unintentional loose knots of our hearts beneath our hands
swallowing hard at every particle clogged in our throats in the dark
our souls become one as you lay right next to me in silence

— The End —