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I miss you..**
Every little vulnerable fragile inch of me
miss you..

My gaze upon the moon,
hoping for that you look at it as well
so I can feel closer to you again.

An innocent little tear,
gathering in my eye.
Slowly falls,
leaving even more space
for me to miss you in..

My heart aches, cribbles in sorrow.
Words cannot describe how much
I possibly miss you..
(m.j.r)
I. I hope you can find peace. Until we meet again; I'll take care of your grave.
I almost told you today.
I am so tired of not telling you.
I changed the subject, I averted eye contact, I stayed strong.
We talked about your favorite Disney movie and the way I talk to my radio and we laughed.
I walked home alone.
I poured a glass to forget having to look away.
I am so tired of not being yours.
I love you and I almost told you today.
I have come
To a standstill
A point in time
When the *****
Running down
My throat suddenly
Tastes a lot
Like love
Like beauty
Like lust
i fell in love with the way your eyes stared at my imperfections and how you told me they reminded you of your favorite place to be
Little did I know
that I would spend
the majority of my time
trying to write a poem
as beautiful
as you say I am.
 Sep 2014 Savannah Charlish
anna
I miss you every day.
But I swear I don't love you any more.
I hear you in every note of those songs.
I see you in his eyes.
I still feel your light touch on my arm.
I still remember the way your hands floated across the keys, so silent and sure.
But I swear I don't love you any more.

We never could have worked.
I never would have been good enough for you.
You never would have loved me the way I used to love you... the way I still feel about you.

But I swear I don't love you any more.

{KAH}
I swear I let you go. I ripped you out of my heart months ago.
The trouble with Hello Poetry
Is that I fall in love daily
Held under so many captivating spells
moulded and crafted by all walks of life
I find myself longing for all of you
the broken, the fallen, the bruised
the saints, the sinners
the righteous, the dispossessed
the holy, the unholy
all meet here
to speak of life
as they feel it
as only we know it.
Onwards, upwards
Downward spirals
kindness, cruelty
crashing through boundaries
bounding across oceans
carried on wistful sighs and broken dreams
The trouble with Hello Poetry
Is that it breaks my heart
Then brings me back to love again
All within an hour.
as
I am being  
b r      o     k   e n  
for
someone-else.
Hello loves!
x
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