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May 2016
What do I do?
When missing you turns to craving you
And craving you turns to saving you
And saving you turns to saving me
Now I'm saving us and saving we
I need you to help me breathe and
Show me what I failed to see
Previously
You used to guide me
When I was ugly within myself you used to disguise me so that they saw what your eyes see
You used to hide me
You laid your entire world out beside me
And let me paint it with all the colors inside me  
You used to hold me
When I didn't fit their frame you never tried to mold me
Instead you showed me
Off to everybody who stuck up their nose to me.
You were gold to me.
Nothing you did could ever be wrong.
Every word you spoke became my favorite song.
Every portrait of you I collected on my walls
Nailed to my brain, that way they never fall.
I admired you.
I cried to you.
The truth spilled from my mouth like blood spewing from a wound, I couldn't lie to you.
My soul was lost too far inside of you.
And now know matter how hard I try I can't find you.
It's like I see you. I hear you.
I even feel you.
But you're not there.
You're not the person I want you to be anymore.
You're not the person I had wished on every star for.
You're just this imitation of you.
No longer in you're purest form.
I blame my hands for rubbing off your innocence.
I blame my voice for cursing your name.
I blame my eyes for glorifying what you thought were flaws.
And I blame my infatuation with your blue veins.
If I could, I would flow within you.
That way I'd never have to know what if feels like to miss you again.
Keandra Woods
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