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 Jul 2013 Miranda
sanguine-souls
The worst part
About your goodbye
Is that you didn't even
Say it
I just figured it out
On my own
 Jul 2013 Miranda
LJ Chaplin
If I lose myself tonight,
Don't come looking for me,
I promise I'll be alright,
I need some space to be free.

Don't use a compass,
Don't use a map,
Just wait at home on the front porch,
When I'm ready I'll come right back.

Don't ring the police,
Or search all day,
Just let me travel and go far away.

If I lose myself tonight,
Don't be alarmed,
I'm finally escaping to a quiter place,
Where I wll remain unharmed.
 Jul 2013 Miranda
Shae Paulausky
Tides are turning, i am learning, not to trust in anyone.
They are lying, no denying, Russian Roulette with a gun.
It's enough that, you regret that, you ever took a chance on me.
And now i'm trying, to stop crying, so that you can be happy.
I wish i could have, wish i would have, tried a little harder.
With every day, you step away, i can see you growing farther.
Days are older, nights are colder, without you in my life.
I just miss you, want to kiss you, regardless of the strife.
Tides are turning, i am learning, not to trust in anyone.
They are lying, no denying, Russian Roulette with a gun.
Lungs are burning, speech is slurring, attempting to forget.
Heart is pounding, feels like drowning, in too deep to quit.
My head is spinning, no one is winning, what is the point in this?
They all saw it, we never caught it, this was the biggest twist.
My heart was beaming, now it's screaming, through every night and day.
Don't try talking, just keep walking, there's nothing left to say.
Tides are turning, i am learning, not to trust in anyone.
They are lying, no denying, Russian Roulette with a gun.
Today,
I'm all alone
wrapped in the freezing cold December wind
standing next to my old high school gates

I don't even know why it somehow brings
a beaming memory
whom whispers a secret
between an affectionate boy and a mindless girl

June 29, 2010,
I still remember your voice inside my head, sucker
'Can I talk to you for a while?'
'No,' I answered, shortly
I laughed inside my head and smiled
cause I thought I had killed
your feelings toward me

December 14, 2011,
You haven't given up on me
Not yet, I guess
'Stop acting like a butterfly,' you sweared while smirking
at me, of course
'I'm not,' I denied him, as usual
'well, look at you now.
Trying to get away from me every single time I try to catch you,'

I didn't know if it was because of your smile
or your dazzling eyes
all I ever knew was
my heart just skipped one of its beats

June 29, 2012,
I'm sorry I couldn't escape the walls I've built
neither could I find my dead soul
I was trapped in my self-centered mind and
love
for the first time ever was not the key

You were wrong about catching butterflies
because you see, I didn't fly away

instead I was waiting
to be free
like a bird in a golden cage
you should've won me

Today*,
It's December 14, 2013
this is why
everything drives me back
to *that day

when my heart unbelievably skipped a beat

I know the affectionate boy is still there
trying to find something that fits
the keyhole of my self-centered mind
I know this poem is not poetic at all and neither am I.
I just wanted to write it for the mysterious boy who accidentally gave a twist on my boring love story. Thank you for showing up.
 Jul 2013 Miranda
hkr
baby
 Jul 2013 Miranda
hkr
just call me
baby
one
last
time.
 Jul 2013 Miranda
hkr
fireflies
 Jul 2013 Miranda
hkr
you won't let yourself love me
but every so often your feelings
slip
through
the
cracks
and i catch them like fireflies
trap them in a glass jar
as reminders on the days
when things are bad.
 Jul 2013 Miranda
hkr
save you
 Jul 2013 Miranda
hkr
even if i climbed to
the highest steeple of the highest church
prayers would not be able
to save you.
 Jul 2013 Miranda
hkr
when you asked me why i never wrote
i told you i forgot
but if you'd looked beneath my bed
you would have known the truth

i wrote you
i wrote you a hundred times
and another hundred
in my dreams.
but none of my letters were very friend ly.
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