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Wanderer Feb 2016
When my thought turn to him
my heart begins to ache
my body feels lonely without his arms around me
my soul becomes sad
wishing that he could once more be mine

But when I see him in a crowded place
laughing with his friends
my sadness turns into rage
feeding off the smirk on his face
my hands clinch and I'm not so sure I can control myself
every molecule in my body
says my fist needs to be in his face

But instead I smile and laugh and play along
acting as if I couldn't be happier
standing next to strangers
I pretend to not even notice him
But he knows me too well
to be fooled by these games we play
How could he be happy? Is this really that much of a game? Why can't we just be happy together instead of pretending to be happy apart?
Wanderer Feb 2016
I haven't stopped dreaming about you
I wish I could
each night you sneak into my dreams
tip toe in and take control
we share a dance or a kiss
and I fall in love with you a little more

But I wake up sad and confused

because although you choose to be mine
in this far off world that is my dream
I know you don't remember dreams
you never have
so every morning you have no recollection
of the love we shared

So you go on with your life
giving your love to other people
giving your love to her

But you will never know
how much love I have given you
Wanderer Feb 2016
I loved him
and he loved the way that made him feel
I fell in love with a person
He fell in love with the idea of receiving love
Wanderer Feb 2016
Things I live for:
passionate conversations
about the things I love and care for
that last for hours longer than planned
in coffee shops with exposed brick walls
with coffee stains and muffin crumbles littering the papers
where I am writing the plans for the rest of my life
the things I want for my future, my passions
and how I am going to live those out
mapping out my life on napkins
and old note pads
so I can remind myself
that this my passion and I can
achieve anything I put my mind to
but its always important to have support
so I pour my heart out to my friends and hope
they don't mind listening, because when I am excited
I don't stop talking, and I hope they do the same
with me and we can learn to help each other
achieve our goals
Although I am an introvert an spend plenty of time alone, I never view myself as alone. I think life is meant to be shared with others. And although I enjoy my time in solitude the best memories come from enjoying experiences with others.
  Feb 2016 Wanderer
grace
His lips taste like sorrow.
Bitter. Sweet. And everything in between.

He won’t tell of the hell he’s been through
But you can taste it when he kisses you.

He’ll smile.
He’ll pretend he’s fine.
He’ll tell you it’s nothing.
But you know he’s lying.

You know he’s lying right through his teeth.
But you taste the truth when he kisses you.

You taste the sorrow.
You taste the pain.
You taste the war within him.

You wonder if he knows that you understand.
Wanderer Feb 2016
After you were gone
tears streamed down my face

Not because I thought you didn't love me
Not because I thought our relationship was a waste
Not because you were ruining some future I had planned
Not because I thought you were "the one"

I cried because I was afraid
I didn't want to lose my best friend
  Feb 2016 Wanderer
Jude kyrie
The Girl who spent heartbeats

Her currency was heartbeats
She only shopped with time.
She paid for things with seconds
As she waited in a line.

You cannot put heartbeats in a money box.
To save for a rainy day.
You either use them or you lose them
Heartbeat’s are made that way

She would spend heartbeats on strangers
As they shared their troubles and woes
Because kind hearts are worth more than riches
And go much further than money goes.

She would spend a heap of heartbeats on moments
Visiting old and precious friends.
Who wondered how she was so happy
With so little money to spend.

But money only buys possessions
While heartbeats buy much more.
They buy  you friends and love and laughter
And a warm  smile at every door.

It a fact you can’t buy heartbeats
When you have used them they are gone
So spend your heartbeats wisely
For one day you will have none
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