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We use to have that
Bond where it was ionic
We attracted much together
Now were covalent
So I hope you could break
Into pieces like I did
i would write you
a love letter
but i don’t know how
maybe i could start
with something cliché,
like ‘Dear you,’
and then I’d talk about
how your eyes gather sunlight
in the day
and shine golden
at night
but i was never
good with words

or maybe i could make you
a mixtape
and leave it
on your front door
there aren’t enough songs
about tuesday afternoons
and cuddles on the
kitchen floor
to get things
off the ground

so let me write you
a poem instead
a poem that rhymes
and the taste of
your strawberry lip gloss
the sound of
your name
but it wouldn’t make sense
anyway,
some are artists
( not me )
and some people
are art themselves
and my favorite poem
is you
it's hard not to write about love. it's hard to write about love when there's no one
once you said
you liked the fire
in her eyes
and the way her hair
shines golden
like in the movies
thought it was
beautiful

so i tried to make myself
a little less
made of glass
and a little more
of gold
doused myself
in gasoline
thought it would
make me beautiful
but all i did was
burn
you don’t need to tell me you don’t love me
for me to know
you were never the fairy tale
i’d made you out to be

and I don’t need to hear
about me versus the princess you’ve always wanted
when it’s a story i know
by heart
 Jan 2016 precious joy
Enygma
What?
 Jan 2016 precious joy
Enygma
There she is, reading a book she had been hooked on. She zoned out of reality and immersed herself in her own private little space. I can't help but look.

"What?" She asks, every time she catches me staring at her.

"What? Nothing"

Little does she know that I'm not only staring because of her mesmerizing beauty, but because of her existence. Because she's too good to be true. Because she's so surreal. Because I can't believe that the girl of my dreams is right in front of me-- the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. And yet she wonders why I stare at her, gazing upon those eyes that hold the universe, and I'm just about to get lost in them.
Treat
Her
Right
Eventually
Everything
Falls into place for the new year
Just
@
new
area
realizing
Your plans
 Jan 2016 precious joy
R
1/2
 Jan 2016 precious joy
R
1/2
we were different states of matter,
but we always had chemistry.
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