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Nicole Eden Aug 2017
lying in the hospital bed
his arm soft yet wrinkled
i kissed him
  a smile on his face
told us he could beat it
covered in a soft blue blanket
his failing organs
surrounded by those who love him dearly
he smiled
we came and left
and now
he has come and left
Nicole Eden Aug 2017
Him
‪I wonder
if he thinks of me
as often
as I think of him‬
Nicole Eden Jul 2017
I broke up with you
Yet it feels like you broke up with me
I am hurt and crying
Yet you delete me from your life
Pretend I never existed
I am hurt too
You aren't alone
Why do you have to make it worse for yourself ?
Nicole Eden Jul 2017
‪I don't think I'll ever forget the special moments we shared how can you just
F o r g e t
  Jul 2017 Nicole Eden
Matt
The summer rain reminds me of you,
Of making pillow forts and popcorn, laughing at bad horror movies while the rain laughs along on the roof above.

The summer rain reminds me of you,
Of rushing from the car with our groceries without an umbrella and then spreading out our haul as if it to calculate how long it could last if the storm trapped us in our apartment forever.

The summer rain reminds me of you,
Of the flash of your smile and the thunder of your laughter, followed by the deluge of tears. And me counting the time between over the months and years, wondering if there's something worse on the way.

The summer rain reminds me of you,
Of laying awake at night listening to your troubled moans, praying that your clouded heart would one day clear.

Though I always wished the storm would pass and the sun would shine, I always smile when it rains

because the summer rain reminds me of you.
Some people you'll just never forget.
  Jul 2017 Nicole Eden
Kinsey Williams
When I looked at you I felt everything. All of the colors and feelings that I didn't know I had. Four shades of sadness, two shades of anger, but an abundance of happiness. No, not happiness. Adventure. In you there was everything that excited me, yet nothing of what I needed. Just a wide array of shapes that were never actually defined, that never actually fit together. There was never a clear picture with you, never certainty. And maybe that's what made the painting of you so beautiful, nothing was set in place, always moving , always changing. Always fluid; never solid. By that I mean thrilling. You were a kaleidoscope and every time I looked through you, you changed. Quickly and suddenly. I knew trusting you was like trusting in a optical instrument, but I did it anyways. At the end of us when the colors became dull and the shapes changed slowly, you gave me a look I will never forget. It was the same look a boy gave me in 9th grade biology. We had been looking through a microscope at slides of different organisms the whole class period. We were describing them and drawing them and after a while he looked at me and said "you know, I really don't care to look through this thing anymore. I'm really bored with it". He looked at me disappointed. It's a microscope's job to zoom in on the big picture, to look closer and define; to shape. When I looked at you, I felt everything. But when you looked at me, you felt bored. I remember once you told me I make a really big thing out of small things. I remember once I called you a kaleidoscope and in response you called me a microscope.
Nicole Eden Jul 2017
it was my birthday
i was the host
he was my guest
he blamed me for ignoring him
told me i focused on my friends too much
told me i didn't deserve a nice gift from him
even though i put all the effort in
tireless giving and mending
every argument
trying to please
but he always turned the words back on me
and i was hurt
and tired
it was my birthday
i told him i was tired
i gave up
my 18th birthday
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