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You run your fingers across maps
Like you are caressing the cheek
of your dying lover
for the last time
So now the rain commences
While we sit and stare
In past and present tenses
We regret

The rain begins to fall
Cleansing us all
Of the mistakes we'll never forget

But still the water tries
It pleads, it begs, it pries
To remove our place to hide

The rain tries to rinse
But it only removes the glimpse
It gets from the outside.


Rain, rain, try a little harder
Burn me with your acid water.
Heavy rain removes the face paint, and as it drips, my sanity drips with it.
It's slow dancing with you
in the middle of the street,
or talking about our future
in the backseat.
It's watching movies
in the living room,
or slowly kissing you
in my bedroom.

It's playing outside,
or riding in your car,
it's listening to music,
or just counting your scars.

It's being with you
that made me comprehend
why people search for love all their lives
and why they cry, when it ends.
Tell me how you can love such a heathen.
Tell me how you look into my eyes and ignore the demons.
Tell me how these chiseled horns hidden by my hairline are irrelevant.
You speak of love, but tell me what you can tell of it.
Tell me how I have proved myself worthy.
Make a believer out of me and at least act like you heard me.

I'm everything to you,
And you're everything to me,
But if you strip me down to the core,
I swear you'll hate what you see.
I’ve spent hours realizing the reality of our motions. Your hands against my lower back felt so electrifying I could hardly breathe you in. The next night you stole my heart away from my heavy grasp and you became my lover. Though our actions and words seem progressive and dedicated, I still see us in a happy dance of love and ease. Remembering your face, I want nothing less than to graze it with the upper side of my palm and place my broken lips to your quivering counterpart. I can be every bullet point in your list of needs or wants; I can be everything you don’t know that you wish to understand. Tonight I wish for nothing less than your voice to linger through my ears, I wish to have you here. Please know that in this space we are granting to each other, you are forever on my mind. Constantly yours, Briana
I saw her there
and stood amazed

Her beauty pierced me soul
and could not cease

My only fear-
I cannot tell Birds from Bees
'Nother quick write. Writer's block dissappears and I reappear, though only for a short time.
Let me be the one to lift your spirits,
to tend to your injured ego.

Allow me to mend your bleeding heart.
to dry your salty tears.

I wish to be the one you find comfort from.
I want to cause you to forget the cruel past
and to forget old fears.

when your faith & confidence are strong,
when your smile and laughter are abundant,
when your eyes & spirit sparkle again,
when your happy and strong.

Will you fly away on your merry way?
Will you let me be the one?
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