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Jan 2014
I open the door, the wind blows

and that that graphite bear flies out

on to the street, and I give chase,

I don't know why, but I don't think I could live without

It's just a picture, but it means so much to me,

I flip the sheet, "I love you",

****, I instantly begin to choke,

My eyelids become a reservoir of heartbreak and pain

when the tears start to fill them, and they won't drain,

Why is this so hard?

I think I dropped my guard,

I never knew I could be so broken,

Yet, not a word has been spoken,

Nobody knows that I've become hollow,

The missing part seems to far away now,

I'm chasing it like a present with a bow

as if it's gonna wait for me under that tree in the morning,

I must come off as pretty pathetic as you read this,

Why would anyone ever allow themselves to drop this low?

I don't even know, but it's like my feet are in the snow

I wanna pull them out, but I can't, but why?

Probably for the same reason I can't bring myself to throw away

these pictures that I've kept from you,

Probably for the same reason that I cherish these things so much,

The same reason why I'm holding these ******* things so close to my heart,

And that's another thing, these pictures are paradoxical,

They're the only thing that seems to make me happy,

Yet every time I look at them, my emotions seem to burst from my insides,

The tears start falling from my face, my heart starts to race,

I wish you could just see that I would do anything for you,

You left you're mark on my heart, it's  like you're in charge

of my life, and I think I'm okay with that,

All I want to do is hold your hand and jump out

of this plane with you and land in some exotic land,

Explore the world together, and I wouldn't even care

if we had to sleep on the street, because I'd have you to hold,

God, I must sound ridiculous, right?

I'm young, why do I feel the way I do?

Probably because I need someone to fall on to,

Probably because I'm afraid of losing everything

And everything is you,

Probably because of love,

And I forgot to rhyme,

******.
Connor
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