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                                        ­                                            ~Ashton Grayson Everly
Just a quote from "Unsteady" by X-Ambassadors.
You were my everything.
My light;
my world;
my life.
I loved you.
What happened to us?
I don’t know what I was thinking. It clearly wasn’t going to work.
Do you know why? It’s because you’re too cold to feel anything.
You were chatting it up with everyone
except the girl who fell hopelessly for you the day she met you.
You were gone before you ever left. I lost you before I got lost myself. You were the last bit of light before the darkness came and captured me. To this day, I am still in love with you.
No matter how many people say that I don’t know what love is,
I know that I felt it with you.
It was different than anything I’ve ever felt before.
You make me weak in the knees and I can’t think when I’m around you.
I gave you my heart, and you dropped it.
I would rather you had given it to someone else.
But you dropped it and it cracked. You stepped on it; it shattered.
You left me a broken girl with an empty heart.
I can’t feel anything except the effect you have on me.
I am an unmarked box that gets returned to the sender;
a poison apple;
a lost cause.
I am the broken girl with the broken heart;
with the ghost smile;
with the stuttered breaths.
I am left behind and I am not the same.
Because of you, I am no longer the happy little ray of sunshine
with the bright smile.
I am a hollow person;
a mere shell of the girl I was before.
I don’t smile as much anymore,
and I feel a weight on my shoulders that never leaves.
And now, I wonder, if you were to see me
in the halls,
or on the sidewalk,
or anywhere,
would you recognize me?
Would you even remember my name?
Or was it just a joke to you;
a bet maybe,
to see how badly you could break me?
You were my light;
my world;
my life.
And now
I’m consumed
by the dark.
                                                           ­          ~ Ashton Grayson Everly
One of my first creations that I made out of heartbreak. Can't believe it got me this far.
I see her standing there,
so close to me.
I don't know what to do.
It's hard to breathe.

Telling her would end with
catastrophe.
So I smile and pretend.
I'm happy.

                                      I think I love him.
                                                    "Let it go."
                               The voice in my mind
                                  Had to let me know.

                                    Loving him will be
                                         the death of me.
                                  So I sit and pretend.
                                                    I'm happy.

                                                         ­                                I'm losing my mind.
                                                           ­                          They don't like me back.
                                                           ­                     They're just a kid who's life's
                                                                ­                       on a different track.

                                                         ­                             Telling them is hard
                                                            ­                          But now I truly see.
                                                            ­                       I don't have to pretend.
                                                        ­                                       I'm happy.

                                 I told him how I feel.
                           He said he loves me too.
                               I got so **** excited
                           Didn't know what to do.

            It's amazing how a kiss changed
                                     everything for me.
                                   I finally figured out
                               how to say I'm happy.

Seeing that smile
made the wait worth it.
We can find a better start.
We'll unearth it.

I can't wait for her
to smile once more at me.
I know she knows that
she's the reason I'm happy.
                                                          ­                          ~Salem Emerson Reid
A pansexual person on Valentine's Day for several years. As a pan person, I can confirm this.
  Feb 2018 Salem Emerson Reid
lyka
Poetry is when I play interpreter to my heart
Fumbling to find the right words
Stumbling to convey love beyond a four letter word
A million things get lost in translation
I inscribe loneliness most times
Happiness she prefers left unwritten
And you, she'd rather kept hidden
But I know you from all the unintended traces that spill unto everything she says
I try not to write about you
Or at least eclipse you in between the lines
But it's impossible when you're the one all her words are meant for
Her smile is infectious
Contagious
Addictive
Seductive
Effective
I'm infected with a virus named her
Suffering from love
And the symptom is
Smile million times a day
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