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Elizabeth Apr 2014
I think we both know
I got
the better end
of the deal.

Love,
-L
Elizabeth Apr 2014
It has been one year
to the day
since I spoke to you last.
I do not miss you -
that is not what this is about.
It's just that sometimes
I feel phantom fingers in my hair.
Sometimes old photographs choke me up.
And remembering the good times hurts more
than remembering the bad.

I'm not sure if you would recognize
the way I wear my skin nowadays.
My hair is a different color,
and about a foot longer.

It has been one year,
365 days,
several startling discoveries,
a few tear stained nights,
half a dozen new beginnings,
and at least one bottle of whiskey.
But I still can't get
the taste of you
off my tongue.
Sydney Apr 2014
I'm sitting on my bedroom floor and still don't understand why you chose her.
A whirlwind of thoughts have been rushing through my head.
I get it.
She is the epitome of beautiful.
The way her glossy hair cascades down her back.
The way her makeup highlights her features in the most intricate of ways.
The way she walks; elegant and poised.
I cannot compete with that.
No, I am not a "looker" as she.
My crinkly brown hair does not cascade down my back, it slumps.
The features of my face do not align like the constellations of the night sky.
Instead they are nothing but a scattered array of thrown out antiques put on display for all to see.
Constantly I am fumbling over my own feet, causing tornadoes to rip apart my surroundings while I tumble to the ground.
But I am a dreamer, unlike her.
My mind can paint you a flawless image of happiness and laughter.
I can tell you stories off far off places that will captivate your mind entirely.
But most of all, when your demons leave you shaking and gasping for air at two a.m. you don't have to be afraid of waking me.
I too will be warding off my own.
I am the one who understands that the voices in your head can drive you absolutely crazy.
Their tongues are laced with venom and they pry at your golden brown skin searching for a way to invade your hollowed-out soul.
But don't worry darling for I will protect you.
Our demons could play together, if you'd allow it.
Maybe then the weight of the world would be lifted off of our burdened shoulders.
What do you say?
Your momma always told you that it never hurts to try.
AavelinaJaden Apr 2014
I never thought someone could love me like you.
Since when did the love songs make sense.
I dream about spending every last moment by your side.
I write, and write, and write about how your eyes look into mine
and how I love how our hands intertwine
I've finally found my muse.

I wake up to "to her" poems and know that someone actually cares.
The joyous eternity we will share
You write and write and write about how I'll forever be yours.
Let's spend forever on the beachline shores.
You've made me your muse, and I've never been so great-full
I love you
AavelinaJaden Apr 2014
A** love message in skin
Late night pillow talk
Extra cream your coffee
XIII days, years, century's could never be enough of what I want to spend with you.

Damn, you're amazing.
Always be the one for me.
Violently crush me with your lips
I'm so in love with you.
Dear alex
cursed Apr 2014
Things I like nowadays
are: one, the way you look at me when I laugh non-stop.
You would tell me to stop or,
"What is so funny?" or "It's not that funny"
But you dare to stare at me and smile.
two, the way you stop me from running away when I am *******
but fail epically
three, the way you chase me when I successfully get out of your hold when you stop me from running away
four, the way you say 'I love you'
five, the things you say that made me smile
six, the comfort I feel when you hold my hand
seven, the way you suddenly call me to say 'I miss you';
eight, nine, ten to infinity; there is a lot of things that I like nowadays.

But there are things I hate nowadays
one, the worries I have thinking of us
two, my tears
three, the way I always forgive you easily
four, your bad habits;
thankfully it does not reach infinity.
(n.a)
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