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Stephanie Cosman Oct 2011
Forever lacking in the faith
to put myself out there,
show you who I really am.
I'm forever lacking in the trust
to believe you'll appreciate me,
love me, fall for me.
And yet, when I see you,
my knees go weak and my eyes are glued
on your smile, your perfection.
But my tongue is sliced, unable to form
words.
And I just want to tell you,
scream it at you
and watch your reaction.
Stephanie Cosman Sep 2011
It's a Thursday, I awake and think of you,
wondering if you're feeling better or
if you're still feeling vanquished.
My fingers automatically reach for my phone
and I text you, wishing you a good morning.
And as I wait for a response,
I wonder if your heart is beating as quickly,
failing your desire to remain calm, cool and collected,
just as mine is.
And as we play the roles we have played
for the past while,
I hope that you are smiling just as I am.
I hope that you are thinking of a way to see me again.
And finally, I hope that my face takes up your mind,
just as yours has invaded my own.

And then my heart bails out, it shifts and beats
to a different rhythm.
I think of him instead,
of his touch, his nonchalant words, the way he makes me
breathe faster.
It wasn't like the last time, he hasn't dropped me off of the
side of the earth.
He has been attentive, almost attached.
And I want to hope that it is because he feels something more,
but I don't want to hope for anything (anymore).
It is a different feeling, a different desire.
I want to help him, focus his attention on being happy.
But I realize, I want to be happy too,
and I think I can only get that from being with you.
Stephanie Cosman Jun 2011
The sun hits your face,
illuminating your perfection,
your faults.
I want to focus on the good,
pure you
but I can't, it is impossible to do.
I promise myself I'll try,
try to look past the pain
that you have inflicted.
But instead, I focus on the hate
I feel
as I burn you with my eyes of anger.
You succumb to sleep as I say goodbye.
Goodbye.
Stephanie Cosman Apr 2011
Have I ever mentioned everything I love about you?
Have I ever mentioned I get weak by the things you do?
You set a spark inside my soul,
You make me lose complete control.

And yet I can't speak,
I can't eat.
I get these butterflies
whenever I close my eyes.

You're so perfect that it hurts me
Because that perfection is something I'll never be.
You're so beautiful that I almost want to cry
and this love, I never want it to die.

And yet I can't see,
I can barely believe
that above all else,
you picked me.
Stephanie Cosman Apr 2011
A word, spoken with intended honesty,
a lie, obviously meant to hurt.
A smile, that always gets the best of me,
and I try to remind myself it's just a word.

You break me down, you watch me fall,
You pick me up, you do it all.
You break my heart, you tear it in two,
You make me fall in love with you.

A love, that felt unbreakable,
a dagger, right through my heart.
A girl, left feeling invisible,
a world, perfectly torn apart.

You break me down, you watch me fall,
you pick me up, you do it all.
You break my heart, you tear it in two,
you make me fall in love with you.

A glance, that brings me to my knees,
a lie, that brings me to tears.
A boy, who brought out the worst in me,
a pain which nothing else compares.

You broke me down, you watched me fall,
you picked me up, you did it all.
You broke my heart, tore it in two,
you made me fall out of love with you.
Stephanie Cosman Apr 2011
Mundane, lost, never found,
the life of a girl who has lost
all spirit she ever had.
She now holds the fears
that should only be held
by those who don't understand.
Life is passing by,
day by day, a new sun
rises in the sky.
The clouds threaten to
blanket the universe,
make it lose its luster.
And she cries,
at night when no one is listening.
She fears the future
and what it promises,
threatening to tear it all apart.
And she forgets,
or at least tries to push it all,
away, away from her mind.
No one ever stays,
no one ever changes.
Life is just an endless journey,
forcing her to connect with a mass
of people who lack promise,
who refuse to protect,
comfort and share with her a life,
a life much better than the one
she awoke to this very day.

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