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Savannah Lee Jan 2016
I still taste you on my lips
I still breathe in your scent when you're near
I still call you home though you've gone far away from me
I still think about you every **** day
When I know I never cross your mind
And the problem is you still haunt me in the night when
my thoughts take over and I can't breathe anymore
because I miss you so badly
Won't you please come back to me?
All I know is something triggered this, and it was probably wrote at 2am over 6 months ago
Savannah Lee Jan 2016
Simple attraction, you make it seem.
What exactly draws you in so deep?
Is it the way their words get lost in your mind?
Is it the way they make you feel alive?
That euphoric, never fading feeling after they depart.

The way every feeling consumes you when they're near.
The way they make your world spin, you can't get enough.
Push through all the odds, just to feel some luck.
You're made to feel dangerous, you love the rush.

Gives chills down your spine,
Cold to the bone,
Heart made of stone,
but this isn't complex you say?

Imagine looking into a mirror,
do you see yourself,
or see them looking back at you,
staring eye-to-eye
tension holds inside you,
concealing your real feelings to feel them over your skin again.
Savannah Lee Jan 2016
So I have this confliction, deep in my mind
And the memories of us are all intertwined
The words you say, everything feels so divine
It's like an illusion, but I know the stars aren't aligned

Yet I can't help but notice, my heart is racing
I can't help but notice, how I wish I was looking into your eyes
I can't help but notice, this immense feeling you surround me with
But I also can't seem to forget.

I can't forget the promises
I can't forget the laughs
I can't forget the way you held me
I can't forget the way I got lost at the touch of your lips
I can't forget the way you made me smile like no one else
I can't forget how your voice calmed me down unlike any other
I can't forget the late nights
I can't forget the good times, but I also can't forget the bad
I can't forget the times where tears would run down my face at thought of being alone again
I can't forget the times I didn't feel I was good enough for you
I can't forget the times I thought there was someone else
I can't forget the times I worried about you when you were off getting faded
But maybe I choose to remember.

You were there, though
In a dream
In front of me
It seemed like a mirage almost every time
You grasped my hand and I felt whole
You pulled me by the waist and I was lost in your embrace
You kissed me and it felt like it was only us two
You touched my soul, and my heart soared too

And I know you aren't the best for me
But lately I don't care
because I've always been attracted to danger, as I'm sure you are aware

But if there comes a day when I burden you at most,
Please don't spare the truth, you know I hate that so
And if you should feel the need to walk away, do so gently as I am fragile and afraid.
I know I'm not that much, but I promise I'm worth it, you told me life is all about taking risks, right?
Here's a risk, and I'm taking it.

I put my heart on the line,
You only tugged at the sleeves,
Life is an ever repeating cycle and
Love is a game we all play
Hoping we can be together forever someday
But forever and always is just a joke anyways.
Savannah Lee Jan 2016
It was just fuel added to the fire,
a burning sensation throughout my soul appears.
Once a pure heart of gold,
now slowly turns back to a dark, black heart.
And the mind which believed again,
soon relinquishes back to it's corner.

And on the brink of the breaking point,
you live and learn.
And people come and go,
and someone will come and fix you,
To only leave you more broken than before.
You learn that you can't trust anyone, anymore.

And that's just how society works,
because the cold truth is you can only rely on yourself.
If you give someone the pleasure of being your only
spark of hope, they take it and they crush it,
and leave you with your back against the wall
and bloodshot red eyes,
and tears streaming down your face at three in the morning,
and you're whispering to yourself "why?"

And you start to doubt your worth and purpose all over again,
and soon the walls will feel like they're caving in,
and your lungs will feel like they're closing up,
and your breathe will start to run short,
and the waves will start to collapse over you.
And in the end you have two options, do you sink or swim?
One of my published poems

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