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I remember us.
Lying on your bed, I traced the skin under your ear.
You asked me if I was writing something,
I whispered in reply as to not break the tranquility that surround us.
"Just meaningless things."

I knew those words I wrote that day did not help.
In fact my soft engraving seemed to now be a mocking reminder in my memory.
It was in desperation that my fingertip traced.
'Please don't hurt me. I love you.'
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Anna Maria Jun 9
i only let you treat me like that because i knew if i didn't,
you'd leave.
i am no feminist. i bend backwards, twist my morals, my boundaries just so that i could get the faint sense that i might have a chance.
the chance that you make me work so hard for,
even though i know any other in your position would worship me.
but because of my constant acrobatics of my soul,
it seems to be stuck in a position with you.
You should be grateful
Anna Maria Jun 6
Every second your eyes meet my skin an inch melts off, melting until I am forced to turn away, so that my insides don't splatter on the marble floor.
One day I shall stop turning away, let you melt me.
For that at least will make your eyes stay for a second longer
on what can only be described as a tragedy.
Excerpt from a longer poem
~
Lost inside a labyrinth

Tight-lipped tinkerer
open-mouthed cynosure

Pressing matters completing their circuit
all things said, but not spoken

Osculated locution, succinct phrasing
released, but not heard

The human element imparting
seminal spark
—together felt and touched

A tingling syntax
owing to its art
becoming its nucleus

~
Your hair is long and beautiful.

In all its darkness second to none and just a pinch of pure gold, seasoned perfectly to taste.

If it is not that then it is easily the ballerina of your finger dancing graciously around each strand in perfect harmony with the vibrations of the universe but only you and I know that you do this when you are deep in thought.

And I know to watch silently as a masterpiece is being created.

I look up at your eyes and I am quickly reminded of our first date, but I often remember it wrong, so maybe you can help me.

Sometimes I see a luscious field of green and the fresh soil through which our romance bloomed and in others, I see the universe, stars, and galaxies locked behind them of which mankind has yet to discover.

So etch my name in history once more for being the first man to float peacefully among your stratosphere.

In my enamor, I greatly appreciate your existence and for everything we have said and done to bring us to this exact moment.

At this moment, in your eyes and the poise of your hair, I am reminded of the stories we have yet to tell, and here’s to hoping that you will always be there to tell them with me.

Because you always had this enthusiasm for well-told stories and it would not be the same any other way.
Here's to having not written in a while. And here's to the stranger who does not know it yet.
Malina May 24
i don't want you to meet me halfway,
i want us to soar together
above everyone and everything
dancing amongst the clouds
and singing with the sun

but you can't even text me back.
LO
lots of laugh
lots of cries
lots of smiles
lots of frowns
in all the lows
and in all the highs
you are there
you are here
in my heart
in my mind
in my spirit
i know
location is far
but your
loyalty is on par
this is for a longtime
this is for the long haul
i like you
will lock this
look
definitely this is not lost
it is a sure found
LOVE

xoxo
UI
some windows open
by force
by clicking
by checking
by pushing
by pulling
but this interface needs a user
the user is me
i open my window
i open my heart
i open everything
to experience again
to feel again
to love again
to be loved again
and this is one hell
of a user interface
this user interaction
is a
universe intersection
i found my red string
we found the You(U) and I
on each other
and i can't be grateful enough
for giving me the U in my I

xoxo
Clive Blake May 7
We are here today to celebrate the love
You so obviously share,
A love you wish to formalise
And publicly declare.

A couple truly meant for each other,
A couple truly meant to be,
A couple whose friends and family,
We are very proud to be.

We hope your happiness continues,
That you have much more in store,
We hope the memories made today
Will stay with you - forever more.
A poem suitable for reading at a wedding ceremony.
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