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new thoughts
bounce around my mind
as fireflies did
when I used to lie awake
the sky-light opening
the star-light showing
and ice-wind blowing
as I took a breath
and believed all was right.
hum
I like listening to the hum of other people conversing in the other room
I don't know if they realize they sound so beautiful from far away
Sometimes it's better that way
Is there anyone out there?
      Anyone like me?
Who craves a love so strong and deep that it could melt the sea?
Who wants to stare into their lover's eyes until the day the die?
      Is there anyone out there?
            Like me?
Silently she's combing,
Combing her long hair
Silently and graciously,
With many a pretty air.

The sun is in the willow leaves
And on the dappled grass,
And still she's combing her long hair
Before the looking-glass.

I pray you, cease to comb out,
Comb out your long hair,
For I have heard of witchery
Under a pretty air,

That makes as one thing to the lover
Staying and going hence,
All fair, with many a pretty air
And many a negligence.
 Sep 2014 Riley Lavender
Darkness
I am tired of grieve
I wonder
Should i love you?
Should i?

I want to
give
you

but i can't give you

This isnt sometimes
This feeling is always

wait; my old man said one early night like old men do

never give up, on giving the girl who secretly wants your giving

(You'll see, my girl
One day you'll see)
 Sep 2014 Riley Lavender
Brittany
Just one more
Maybe five
I can never reach my goal
It keeps getting lower

Today is the first time in a while
A full meal was eaten
My tummy got full
But maybe too much
It's like I can feel myself getting
Bigger

I don't like it
I wish it would stop
But I let it keep happening
It's like I've lost control

My ribs
My collarbone
They are becoming more visible
How is no one noticing?
Do they just not care?

All I need
Is for someone to care
For someone to assure me
That everything will be fine
In the end

I need someone to tell me
I'm beautiful
But I need it to be believable
I'm sorry if you've told me before
And I didn't believe you

These voices in my head
They're tearing me apart
They might end up being the death of me
Whether it be starving
Or I pull the trigger

I wish it would all be over
I wish I would be happy with myself

I'm 10 under my initial goal
But now it's 10 lower
How much longer will this go on?

Someone please help me
Is it Anna? I really hope not. I don't want that.
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