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Poetic T Jul 2014
I hold on to the pen
Holding it Gently like I'm holding a woman,
I write softly*
As if I was using my fingers to massage
Her soft delicate skin,*
The words kiss the page,
Like I was kissing her lips over and over again,
Sentences take time, imagination leaks,
Her body is my canvas, fingers my ink,
The page and woman are one,
Caressed,
Loved,
Touched,
**Each the same but different to the touch.

you liked me before i was pretty.

everything was perfect,
except for you.

it rained on the walk home. 



2. 

a mouthful of forever’s
were tucked behind your tongue 

in exchange for a mouthful of lies

bursting out of mine.



3.

you were 7 different people.

i know one of them gave a **** about me
at one point.



4. 

you had a nice smile

and i was lonely
but just because somebody desires you, 

doesn't mean they value you.
and when i walked out of your house,

I realized that you had lied.



5.
we shared winter kisses on the mouths of bottles
making memories we would not remember
you had dark eyes that i saw light behind.

but you hated yourself
more than you could have ever loved me

and so i let you go.



6.

it was love at first sight between ***** iced teas and cigarette smoke.
we were poetry weaved of red thread
and acid sunrises.
my father told me to love somebody who had a passion in their life

- your passion was me, 

and so i let you go.



7.
i kissed you even though I probably shouldn’t have
in the kitchen of an unfamiliar house
but you were the best mistake I could have ever made
my blue valentine;
you stayed when I thought you would leave
and so my heart is yours
my mistakes lead me to you.

— The End —