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Isabel Jun 2014
I've never felt so safe,
as your lips touched my face.
My love surrounds you,
like the power of an invisible cape.

I can still hear your pleads,
as you wish to lay next to me.
But don't try to find me.
*You'll only feel me bleed.
Isabel Jun 2014
The talks we have
that could last for hours,
if we had the time.

The hysterical laughter
at one another's jokes,
even when they fail
to be humorous.

Being by each others side
through the good and bad.
Picking up broken pieces,
and bringing smiles
to one another
when everything hurts.

Throughout those moments,
I knew you'd be more to me
than my friend.
You became
my best friend,
my sister,
my other half,
but most importantly,
*My happiness.
This goes way back to when I first met the person who's still my best friend today.
Isabel Jun 2014
"What if I can't feel?"
You whispered in confusion as you cried.

"Then you're simply not living"

Then the touch of your hands became cold,
your skin turned pale,
but the vibrant glow in your eyes remained
as your gaze stayed upon me.

Your voice so low,
you said to me, *"This is living"


Placing my hand on your chest,
you trembled simultaneously
to the rapid beating of your heart,
and I understood what you meant.
Isabel Jun 2014
You
I had this thought,
that you were what kept me alive.
But little did I know,
every
        little
               thing
                    you
                        said
      ­                      was
                                slowly
­                                     killing
                                           **me.
Isabel Jun 2014
It isn't written on billboards but I miss you.

**And I always will,
Because these endings,
have no end.
Isabel Jun 2014
You're my love song.
Your name is the title,
& all I hear,
is the sound of your voice.
Isabel Jun 2014
This is all so hard.
I'm still hurting,
but you're happy.
Will you still be happy tomorrow?
What about a month from now?
A year?

When you finally miss me beside you,
don't call me,
don't bother asking for me,
don't visit my home.
You won't find me there anymore.
But in my new home.
*My grave.
January was the first of many months.
February is the second time I realized that when
March rolled around that you wouldn't be there in
April to hold me.
May wasn't any better because,
June came too quickly.
July came in with fireworks but all I got was burns from the sparks.
August days were spent picking up grains of sand hoping in
September would be different.
October I carved a smile on me instead of the pumpkins but
November the scar started to show.
December. I made it thought another year alone.
I'll get through next year too.
One, two three,
Do you see yourself with me?
One, two, three
I really have to ***.
One, Two, Three
Four is being left out
One, Two, Three
You're a fire that doesn't damage but heats me up
One, Two, Three
Million times
To light me up
I like fireworks but you already outdid them
Fourth of June
You left too soon
For my eyes to get used to pure pulchritude and grace.
The writes keep coming.
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