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Jazmine Moore Apr 2014
Mesmerizing glory.
Snowflakes falling down on us like old memories.
One touch, and you're frozen.
Not because of the hate,
but because of the love.
Sadness is intertwined in our fingertips.
Three words. Eight letters.
I love you.
The words will forever hold true but the fear of them keeps them inside of us.
I cannot bring myself to understand why people are so afraid to love.
Demolishing demons dancing upon bare bodies at night while young women and young men are spending more time on physical interaction than emotional satisfaction.
Satisfied with lusting one's surface is something I can't comprehend,
I'd rather love your core.
My appetite is growing because I'm starving for your soul as if I hadn't had a meal in months..
and to be honest, I haven't.
Because no matter how much I eat, I can't seem to get full.
And no matter how much I drink, i still thirst for more of your mind, your body, and your soul.
I may have lost someone who didn't love me,
But you lost someone who truly loved you.
I am done searching for the light at the end of the tunnel because I have discovered God in the darkness.
I loved you at your darkest.
Slowly flicking a switch to find the bulb had blown out,
I loved all of you..
and all of you loved it.
Reciprocation is all I pray for at night and as day break arose,
I found myself loving the darkness once again.
Jazmine Moore Apr 2014
I lost my mind when you died
I don't remember the exact time you left,
but I remember how it felt..
and I promised myself I wouldn't speak of you again,
But today i found myself at your funeral.
Consumed with sorrow, I looked into your eyes'
and it was then I knew you were truly gone.
So lifeless and empty,
I was overpowered with grief,
You need a heart to survive;
and without you I lost half of my heart.
So, consider me half dead.
"For I will love you until we become dust, and I will continue until our dust becomes dust."
I don't know much about physics,
but I can assure you I am physically broken,
and if you looked into my eyes, you wouldn't see anything.
No hope.
Nothing.
All I want to do is feel again.
I am numb, and I can't take away the numbness.
I keep reaching for you and as soon as I get close enough to touch you,
You're gone again.
My last wish was to wake up, reach for you, and you be there laying next to me.
Holding me.
Kissing me.
Loving me.
For eternity.
Because I am eternally in love with you.
But you're dead..
and I'm not sure I can live with that.
I wrote this poem about the one boy who will forever hold my heart.  He is not literally dead, but his soul is gone. I don't know if I will ever hold him again, i pray that I do though.
Jazmine Moore Apr 2014
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I love you like a drunk call at 4am on a Saturday night saying I miss you, come back
Psychotically, I love you past pain and broken promises and "I hate yous" and "don't talk to mes"
Even after you decide you are done with me, I will love you.
I will love you until my bones become weak.
I will love at your darkest.
And I will love you until you see the light shining  from you;
The light that shines so bright I am constantly blinded by the suffering your love causes.
But I have found a home within your heart and my car is still parked in the driveway.
Jazmine Moore Apr 2014
Before midnight,
I could die a thousand deaths
and still not know how I'm living to experience this.
Grasping for air;
For I am being suffocated within your existence-
and I love every second of it.
Slowly surpassing every standard I have,
You are breaking every wall;
and I could thank you with a million kisses;
and it still wouldn't be enough.
Jazmine Moore Apr 2014
F5
Wrestling through the sheets I found myself feeling alive.
Your lips have awakened my soul.
Your tongue became the key to the prize that was locked away for so long.
I tremble with just the thought of your touch
As you trace your fingertips down my spine, I am slowly unraveling.
For you do not know about the storm you have just created..
The rain pouring is filled lust and are the only one who can seize this storm.
Baby.
Here we are again;
It's dangerous what we are doing..
Playing in this storm as if the lighting can't touch us.
Whispers of wind can't even stop us.
It's too late.
The storm has just begun.

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