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If I love you
as much as I think
I'll let you be
the wind,
disastrous.
I am merely
a dandelion,
delicate.
As fate would
have it...
You blew me away...
But you,
the wind,
brought clouds of rain,
and I scattered onto a field.
All of me opened up
to you
and like nature
would have it...
I blossomed.
Writing is like falling in love; scary, stunning, difficult, amazing, big sweeping gestures, and falling from a plane... but it's worth it.
This poem's a part of a longer piece from one of my past works. But I loved this last part so much, I thought I would just make it it's own little thing.
It's not fair
that you get to go on
enjoying the sun
when you took mine
right from my sky

It's not fair
that you get to go on
smile on your face
when you took mine
right from my mouth

It's not fair
that you get to go on
on the receiving end of love
when you took mine
right from my heart

It's not fair
that you can break a girl

break her smile

break her heart

and go on like you did nothing wrong
Cassie Mae Writings (c) 2016
I explain my metaphors with metaphors
I don't know how else to express
My thoughts that sit in clutter drawers
And leave my mind a mess

If you don't understand my comparison
I'll just say it in a different way
My thoughts still shielded by a garrison
Suppressing things I need to say
the sky is gray and cloudy
it's cool but not too cold
my world is resting soundly
safely and controlled

my blanket's warm and cozy
don't make me leave my bed
please go and don't be nosy
while I revisit books I've read

this kind of day makes me smile
and makes the world seem sweet
so please just let me be a while
this time is such a treat
enjoy this elementary-school-level poem about today
for any meaning to flow through my fingertips
or for flowery words to pass my lips
it seems I must experience a personal apocalypse
or lose myself in romantic feelings' grips

falling apart, my world crumbles
each breath I take, a catastrophic stumble
my motivation hardly mumbles
my brain maintains a senseless jumble
and the words seep through my pores

falling in love, my world glows
each breath I take, my jubilance grows
my motivation never slows
my brain maintains a continual flow
and the words seep through my pores

so which is it today?
well who's to say?
maybe it all sounds too cliche.
at least I'm writing anyway.
"I write best when I am either falling in love or falling apart."
-Rudy Francisco
you always say you were never good with words,
but it's your wide eyes
and strong hands, soft touch,
that speak to me in hushed tones

as for me, my heart goes wild
with mad love and adoration for you,
so much that when i try to speak
the words stumble and i am tongue tied

so it always ends with you
and me
and the quiet
and the way we both lack a way with words,
yet the comfortable silence we share
amplifies the light of love
bursting in our hearts
my love,
you've no reason to fear you'll fade out.
your presence will echo through mountains,
your laughter is a song i'll sing for years,
your light will always guide
city dwellers as they make their way
to their little coffee shops and offices,
your dance will live in the way flowers sway,
your doe eyes will live in the wonders of the stars

and when the world turns to ashes
i promise
your golden heart will remain intact
and the words you wrote will never die
because how could i
ever forget a face like yours?
sup hvc
of all the lives i could have lived,
i am glad i happen
to be in the same lifetime as yours.

but again here comes the world,
with all its silly ironies—
its vastness that sets people apart
miles and miles;
our paths crossing
is quite out of the picture.

i know this.
you don't.
i think of you.
you don't.

but why do i keep waiting for you
as if i'd suddenly find you outside,
standing by my door
and waiting for me too?
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