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Joanna Mar 2015
I don't know what's real and I can't tell if it's you,
Is this my reality or have I dilluded myself too far to see what's true.

My heart aches quietly for a rest that will never come,
Except for the moments when it is to you that I run.

You have the power to put me at the very best highs and lowest of lows,
I'm begging you if you love me, if you love me let me go.
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Joanna Mar 2015
How can I break free when loving you is weighing me down,
I'm so caught up in trying to fly and don't realize I'm still on the ground.

I'm typical and predictable and I never learn,
Too afraid to hit the ground so I never go for what I truly yearn.

I'm drowning in the pool of the very tears I have cried,
Not realizing that all I need to do is simply stand to survive.

Was it love or was it hate? either way it doesn't truly matter,
You took a gun and pointed it at my heart and our memories have stained me like blood spatter.
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Joanna Mar 2015
For now as you kiss me,
I know that you'll miss me.
Even if you say you can go everyday,
Without my prescence and love as you lay,
My lips will always ache for your touch,
But that doesn't compare to how deeply my mind and soul miss you so much.
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Joanna Feb 2015
You tell me to be happy, but then say choose one, two, or three,
You tell me to venture far, but I am chained and not free,
You tell me to speak openly, but your hand is around my neck,
Everything about me is kept perfectly in check.

I am weighed, valued, and measured by some numbers on a scale,
Told to study and money it's not acceptable to derail,
from the path you have been put on simply by being born,
God forbid, if you did, you'd meet with society and its scorn.

All I want is to be happy and breathe without concern,
Not wake up everyday wishing I could have done what I yearned,
I do not want money if it's stained with my blood,
I am done killing myself for things I don't even love.
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Joanna Feb 2015
You're my poison,
And the worst thing is that I like it.
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Joanna Feb 2015
Oh darling,
Silence is not an answer,
But it is more powerful than a scream.
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Joanna Feb 2015
The worst part was that I knew you were poison,
But was already addicted,
I'd lay awake at night: sad & conflicted,
It got to the point where I would give anything,
For one more kiss, a touch, the shivers you'd bring,
I look into your eyes as my soul slowly dies,
Like a drug, you're my lows and my highs.
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