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When you like someone
Your senses will be blinded with excitement
Your pounding heart will drown out the whispers of rationality in your head
You will think and day dream and wonder and hope
And it will be magical
It should be

When you love someone
You will think of their well being more often than your own
You will learn everything about their voice and can place every freckle on their body and you will know them better than you know yourself; you will know them better than they know themselves
You will love and love and love until your heart becomes so full that it will almost burst and you will only love more
And it will be life-changing
It should be

When you lose someone
You will fall into a bottomless pit of sorrow for which you always look for them and you will never find them
You will sob and rage and fight and scream but nothing will bring them back
You will spend years trying to drown out their taste in liquor and other people but it will never work
And it will be tragic
It should be
And just like that
She up and left
She took all she had
And everything that she was
And she disappeared

I think this place became too much for her
There were too many reminders bumping into her on the streets
Too many people who had hurt her
Too many people she had hurt

We all see the spot she used to fill
Looming around us like a tender ghost

I wonder if when she left
She stayed herself
Or if she left so she could become someone new
I like to think that if I found her
I would still know her

I hope that when she left she realized that she was already everything she needed to be
It was just us that didn't know how magnificent she was
 Oct 2016 Simon Soane
a m a n d a
huh.

i didn't know
it was cool
to joke about
children
accidentally
killing themselves
or others
with guns.

i didn't know
you were supposed
to make fun
of someone
for thinking
it might be
a good idea
to try to protect
children
from getting shot.
 May 2016 Simon Soane
LS
Its simply very easy.
Kiss them.
Hold them.
Make them feel safe.
Loved.
Wanted.

Then leave them.

Don't call them.
Don't text them.

Then show up out of the blue
With an
"I still love you"
On the tip of your tongue
With another girls Hickeys
Necklaced on your neck.

Keep your distance.
Call them late at night.
Fall asleep on the phone
To them.

Give them hope.
Remind them that
They
Haven't
Moved
On
At
All.
They'll **** themselves eventually.
Spark Me! Match my flame
Be warned when we burn up I will remain
Scars create patterns unique the stain
Suffering from pleasure transforming pain
Spontaneously combust exposing trust
Create a new definition of touch
All fantasies we can discuss
Tickle imagination till you gush
Harmonize sing ride emotional swing
Sparked no limit to what I bring
Bell goes ding watch me do my thing
Take flight fly high without wings
Extend beyond flesh personalities mesh
Pass every test with answers I am blessed
Been on many quests battled to the next
Phoenix heart explodes from my chest
Spark me! Don't get burned by ego's fire
Start with tongue..taste lips..vocal tone you admire
Stoke my flames..soul's dance in pyre
Set mark provide spark lets take it higher..
Poetry by M.A.N 12-16-15
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