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Ripley Shaine Sep 2013
Her memories are imprinted in your skin
Like a broken record; you are stuck
You can't get over it
You pick up another pill;
You pray to God you'll forget her
That you'll forget everything
The way her smile lit up your world;
they made the darkness retreat for a few seconds at a time.
The way her hair tickled your skin;
It was long and annoying but somehow you loved it.
The smoothness of her skin;
it balanced the jagged roughness of yours
But you can't- you can't forget
And so you pop another pill
Or do another line
Praying to God it will work this time.
The only thing you are doing,
is numbing yourself.
You can't admit it
You once needed her-
and right now, once again you need help
Your pride got in the way, though,
ruined everything.
She tried to scrub the memories from your lips.
She wanted to take all your demons away,
no matter the cost.
The darkness that warred within her,
fighting with her natural light.
The balance was precarious,
but together you prevailed.
Your dark and her light
it made everything better
it made everything seem alright.
Your darkness grew though,
and even she couldn't keep up.
Your darkness overwhelmed her;
she tried not to show it but it hurt.
You didn't listen, or maybe you didn't care,
you just wanted it to end.
Now she is here,
little lines and x's on her wrist.
Neither of you can forget the feel of each other's skin.
Who you are is gone
Who she was is buried.
What did we expect,
When we foolishly let dark and light collide?
Ripley Shaine Sep 2013
It was in your silence,
That I heard everything I needed to
It spoke volumes
Like the spaces between words,
a well placed period between sentences,
or a few quotations to improve your paragraph.
It told me everything was right,
that everything was okay with us.
But silence can only say so much
It was soon that even that disappeared.
Ripley Shaine Sep 2013
"Don't Leave Me," I whisper
And you promise you won't.
The voice in my head doesn't believe you
but a piece of my heart is trying to
I've been hurt before,
after all, who hasn't?
I'm still a scared little girl.
I'm vulnerable but I want you.
I hear those three valuable words,
and know that I believe them.
They color my world;
they make my heart explode.
But shadows from the past sometimes overtake me
I'm getting better, just know that
"Don't Leave Me," I whisper,
and you promise you won't, again.
Know that I believe you, and trust in you.
Don't worry, I love you too.
Ripley Shaine Sep 2013
Wait & Watch
Watch & Wait
Words slither down,
oozing off your tongue.
Raining down truth and lies a like...
wait. wait. wait. wait.
Breathe in and breathe out.
Hold your breath and let it go.
Mark another wasted day off your calendar
Watch & Wait
Wait & Watch
Ripley Shaine Sep 2013
There are spaces between my fingers,
Where yours interlock when you're not away.
The ghostly pressure of your hand is a reminder to me,
That you're here even if you're gone.
The shadow of your hug envelopes me;
The faint remembrance of your lips on the back of my hand warms me.
Darkness threatens to claim me,
To pull me into dreams of you.
Where your lips and mine will clash.
Without hesitancy, without remorse.
Just you and me and we and us.
Neither of us beginning, not ending without the other.
All conscious thought gone....
Sweet nothing dreams fill me and I am off,
to our special place.
Where nothing separates us,
and no one stands in our way.
Ripley Shaine Sep 2013
When we are gone, where do we go?
Does our souls find a new place to call their homes?
Are we a mass waiting for light?
Or is there a God waiting,
with open arms to say, “I have loved you all along.”
Is there a Hell, with fire and brimstone?
Is there a Heaven, with love galore?
When we are gone, are we still here?
Do we haunt those we love, or our past fears?
Will we find an eternal resting place?
Will we become that which we hate?
When we are gone, are we simply gone?
Nothing but a memory left, to chase the dawn?
When we are gone, where do we go?
Ripley Shaine Sep 2013
Your breath dances across my face,
as I lean into terrifying emotions.
Our eyes meet,
then we remember to shut them.
Instinctively we know the best things are that which cannot be seen.
Closer and closer still,
the few seconds are sweet agony,
until your lips finally brush mine.
I can feel your smile burst across your face,
and we both start laughing.
The insurmountable fear felt moments before is eradicated,
as we revel in our first kiss.
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