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328 · Jul 2011
You know, I know
Portland Grace Jul 2011
You know
  I love,
   Everything,
     About you.
       You know,
         That you're
           The only one
             For me.
               You know
                 I always
                   Think about you.
                     You know
                       You're the only
                         One I see.                                                                            I know
                                                                                                                    I can be
                                                                                                                 A little much,
                                                                                                               Hard to
                                                                                                            handle,
'                                                                                                         But easy to touch.
                                                                                                        I know
                                                                                                     Sometimes,
                                                                                                  I don't think
                                                                                               Things through,
                                                                                             All I know,
                                                                                           Is that,
                                                                                        I love you.
327 · Feb 2011
That summer
Portland Grace Feb 2011
The sun is the only distress.
As we lay 'neath the blue sky.
Without a care.
Our skin was hot,
Even as the sun went down.
And the stars had never looked so bright.
But the brightest thing,
Was the smile
Laying in the girl wearing it.
Who's only distress was the sun.
Portland Grace Jul 2011
This is
                                            hard.
I knew it was going
                                              to
be. But not like this.
                                               Let
myself relax? It'll all
                                               go
smoothly. I hope.
                                               Hard
to get you off my mind
long enough                           to

Be happy. I just want to
                                                 hold
you. You know your always
                                                     on
my mind. But is it good?
317 · Jan 2014
Frost
Portland Grace Jan 2014
There are many things
that I crave
that I will never have.
Like my fathers love,
and your head on the pillow next to mine
in the middle of winter.
Portland Grace Jul 2011
The thing about                       love
              or
                        something close,            is             all            the          space       in      between.
When we're together, it's perfect. Everything is wonderful, the colors brighter, the sounds softer, the music sweeter.
             But when you leave.......... well what then?
Excitement for the next time, our eyes will meet?
Well         yes,        yes.


                     But....
There's always buts.
      But doubt,
Does he even miss me?
Is he            avoiding me?
Will this be just like last time?

I tell myself,          no.   Stop being foolish.
Childish.
Pathetic.




Or when I want to                         see     you,
and you don't want to                  see     me,

He doesn't like me anymore..
There's someone else...
He's bored of me..

I tell myself no, he's busy.
He has other stuff to do.
He's tired.....
of me?
                                       I don't even know.
295 · Sep 2013
Again,
Portland Grace Sep 2013
I wrote your name in the sand
knowing how the tide works
and knowing how temporary it would stay there,
and yet somehow
I was still crushed
under the waves,
that pulled you away from me.
295 · Aug 2015
Here, have a poem.
Portland Grace Aug 2015
I did not make these words,
I only choose where to put them.
I put all these here for you.
Portland Grace Jun 2011
I know
            it's not
                       always
                                    going to
                                                  be easy.   I know
                                                                             we're both
                                                                                              going to have to
                                                                                                                          try.
I know
          it won't
                      always be
                                      perfect.
                                                  Because I'm not perfect,
                                                                                         and you're not
                                                                                                                  perfect.
                                                                                                                  But I know.
                                                                                         It's going to be
                                                  worth all that's put into it
                                    because
                  when I'm
      with you,
Everything
falls
perfectly
into
place.

In
your
arms,
there
are
no
questions,
no
worries,
no
hurt.

There is only you, and that's just perfect.
259 · Jan 2013
Midnight
Portland Grace Jan 2013
I'm starting to see things that aren't there,
here things when no one is around.
I used to only be scared at night,
but now I live in fear every day
I'm still not sure,
what it is that I am afraid of.
Anxieties pump through me,
My soul feels dark
and heavy.
I used to be sunshine,
now I am nothing but black.

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