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You are so beautiful.

I tell her every single day.
That cute smile on your face and
your wrinkled nose when you say,

thank you.
your red plush, warm cheeks.

I look into those big bright
temptatious eyes, seemingly coated
with innocence

my mind sinking away
slowly drifting

happiness
knowing I found you
that's more than enough,
knowing that you love me
that's everything.

You are so beautiful.
I have to constantly tell myself that I didn’t love him.
I used him
he used me
for comfort, and comfort only.
I’ve only ever loved one human being in that way on this planet. 

And it’s okay
because when I tell myself I didn’t love him
I know we were in the same place.
Our chests were both hurting from someone else
hammering
nails
into
our
hearts.
We needed each other then
but we didn’t love each other ever.
A.p.
It has been said that we can be our own worst enemy.

This may be true.

Couldn't it also be said that we can be our own *best companion?
dad left
for his second tour of duty
on my third birthday

mom kept
a jar full of jelly beans
on the living room coffee table

every night
she gave me one to eat, saying
"when these jelly beans
are all eaten up,
dad will come back home"

sometimes
i would sneak another,
to help dad come home sooner

one night
the phone rang
and i watched mom
wipe away a tear
as she filled
the jar
back
up
On this Remembrance Day, I think of all those who have served, with a special thought for Dad.  And though she has no medals, I also think of Mom; every tour of duty Dad went through, she went through too, taking care of us on her own.

*** Edit: Thank you for all your kind words!  Due to a recent outpouring of sympathy, I feel it necessary to clear up the fact that my dad did in fact make it home from this mission; his tour had simply been extended for an additional 3 months.  Still, it isn't easy being part of a military family - and that's what I meant to show. ***
they tell  you  that  when  you  meet  'the one',
you just know. there are fireworks and sparks
and  your  heart  finally  begins  beating like it
should  but  no  one  told  me  that  i'd  be  in a
*******   library  and  i'd   look   up,   feel   my
stomach  drop  to the floor and sell my soul to
a  boy  that  appeared  like  a  dream  but  was
made                 of                 hell's                 fires.
i'm not sure what this is at all
 Nov 2014 Stephanie Proctor
Alice
Take my hand,
maybe I will lead you into a wonderland.
Where the hour glass stops dead its grains of golden sand.
The waves of youth are ceaseless,
the inevitable whole has been banned.

Let's fly away to Neverland.
She could have
risen
from the ashes

Instead she
smoldered
in the embers
My heart is holding on for dear life to the thread of you
And with every minute you are gone
It slips a little more.
Yes, I will force myself to go on a date with you
No, I'm not all that interested
Yes, you seem like a nice enough person
No, you don't look that cute
Yes, I still have feelings for someone else
No, it wasn't even a relationship
Yes, I'm aware that's kind of pathetic
No, I don't really want to talk about it

I'm sorry, I don't know why I'm here
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