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Aug 2014
You
I trace fingers down my arm,
Imagining yours,
Inked.
 

I close my eyes,
Think back to us,
Memories.


Your tattooed arm,
My favorite beanie,
Gone.

 
Your smile,
Your hug,
Missing.
 

Am I supposed to leave you?
Am I supposed to forget?
Even though it was you,
Do you still miss me?
Questions.
 

I know it’s your dream,
Since you were a kid.
But now that you’ve met me,
Do you see me beside you in it?
Dreams.
 

I’m not used to this,
I can’t do it.
I lean down my pillow,
And I still smell your scent
Empty.
 

Why can’t you come home?
I need you now,
I’ve never felt this way before,
Please, help me.
Pleads.
 

I don’t like being alone,
 I miss my heart beating,
At your smile.
When it flutters,
At your touch.
Addicted.


Like a drug.
You aren’t good for me.
Who am I kidding?
I need you so bad.
Drugged.
 

I want your kiss,
Your skin upon mine,
Your lips against mine,
Your soothing words melting mine.
Wishes.
 

Your tattoos,
Meaningless.
Yet so many reasons,
For every single one.
Trance.
 

A tear falls.
My heart against yours,
Racing each other,
But staying close.
Metaphors.
 

Love was once a mistake.
And I never trusted again.
Then I met you,
And you turned my world around.
Happiness.
 

Maybe I’m dreaming,
I close my eyes.
I’ll wake up with you in my bed,
And forget everything.
Disappointment.
 

These are real tears,
You’ll never be able to see,
That I hate to admit it,
But I think I love you.
Light bulb.

 
And I realize.
You kisses make me wanna fly.
Those nights with you made me feel special.
That’s all you wanted.
Recognize.

 
I held on to the man of my life,
But let go.
Now I’ll never be able to see you again,
Because I didn’t get it.
Understood.


These tears keep flowing,
Now I get it.
I held my walls for too high,
Too long.
Corrected.

 
Can you hear me?
I want you to know,
This poem is for you,
My aesthetic pleasure.
Literature.


It’s you that I want.
I’m sorry for not believing.
I know you are the one.
My one and only.
Romantic.

 
Take these tears,
To show the world,
Take my blood,
And let me write:
True Love.
This is for a story I wrote. And it's also about a guy that I'm unhealthily in love with.
Bipolar Hypocrite
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Bipolar Hypocrite  In Crazy.
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