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 Jun 2014 Scarlett O
LS
Wanting
 Jun 2014 Scarlett O
LS
Yesterday I felt her
Press against me
And her tongue on mine
And her tongue on my neck
I felt her eyes on mine
And her smile
And we were thinking the same thing
"we shouldnt be doing this"
But my body felt alive
With a yes, yes, yes
It felt alive with every kiss
And every look
It even felt alive when I begged her
Not to kiss her tonight.
Now my body is left
With that image of breakthrough
Rolling in my head
Of the way our fingertips got hot
As they pushed against our skin
It's left me more than dead
It's left me *wanting.
Saw her yesterday. Ended up kissing
 Jun 2014 Scarlett O
LS
Forget
 Jun 2014 Scarlett O
LS
If I end up
Killing myself
Please oh please
Forget me
I went through the trouble
Of killing myself to forget you.
At least return the favor.
 Jun 2014 Scarlett O
LS
Stuff your sadness 
Down your throat 
Along with some ***** 
And those pills your friend gave you 
Pull up that smile 
And spread your legs 
Because if you don't 
Then "you're not acting like yourself"
Catch up 
Catch up 
Life was on pause for 
Almost a year and a half 
Get over it 
Get over her 
And get under him
 Jun 2014 Scarlett O
billiondays
I shouldn't love you,
But I do.

Because your smile, makes me smile
Because your laugh, makes me laugh
Because I feel butterflies everytime I hear your voice
Because everything you do and say, I completely adore

I shouldn't love you,
Because my smile, doesn't make you smile
Because my laugh, doesn't make you laugh
Because you don't feel anything when you hear my voice
Because you don't care about what I do or say

I shouldn't love you,
Because you don't love me.
I shouldn't love you,
But I do.

– billiondays
You used to ask me why I never wrote about you,
or for you.
I wrote about him,
poem after poem,
about his mouth
his hands,
his solitude.

I never wrote about you,
because I didn't have to,
you were there beside me,
held my hand when I felt
underground.
I notice,
words come easier
when no one is around.

So here's your poem,
thank you,
for staying by me,
thank you
for not giving me
words to write about.

But I've already
spoken word poems
to you sleepy head
every morning
when I tell you,
I love you
I really do.
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