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I wish you looked at me, I wish you noticed. See how I'm trying to grow, become strong?
Yes, I might slip sometimes, but does the wish for you to see me make me wrong?

Should I just tell you and admit my truth, finally knowing my place in your life?
I am not ready to know just yet; fear tastes so sweet when you hold the knife.

I know you've noticed the way I smile while we talk and we laugh, sleep in each other's arms.
I know you've heard how fast my heart would beat when you tickle and fight me with your playful charms.

I used to wander; is there more to it? What you gave made me feel wanted and safe.
And I thought feelings would forever linger if I just love, care, and behave.

I know your life dreams are so different from mine. Still, I want to tell you, because I never dared.
I need to release those words from my mind; I wish you asked, I wish you cared.

My love is too powerful to keep inside; not a single second of longing is spared.
If you're not listening, I still need to speak. I wish someone asked, I wish someone cared.

Please let me say those words out loud and clear. Let me keep talking of what love means to me.
All I need now is a familiar soul, someone who will see the meaning of my words.

Please, let's talk, laugh, and cry. Remind me how it feels not to be lonely.
Don't expect riches, castles, or lands. All that I have to give is my love only.

I know I am not a king, not a noble knight. I am not deserving of love to share.
But if you read this, you might understand. Tell me you listen, tell me you care.
somedumbbitch Aug 23
I crave you...
like a dry lakebed, thirsts
to be quenched
with a deluge, of rainwater.
I long, to hear your laughter, sing,
through my screen
like droplets of rain,
on a tin rooftop.
I pray, to feel the ripples, of you
run up and down,
the contours of my body,
like crashing waves,
as we rock, and writhe, in shared ecstasy.

I think, of you:
my darling...

dearest you,

and picture your face,
glowing, like a halogen lamp,
beneath mine...eclipsing the sunlight
as your hands, move,
like currents, while you swim with me.

Your eyes, are reflecting mirrors
bright pools, that I can see myself drowning in,
and liking it, as I struggle to breathe,
and asphyxiate
as you circle, around me.

I wish you could touch my smile,
and feel it transfer,
to your own face.
I wish you would pull me tighter against you,
and wear me, around,
like your favorite sweater.

I wish I could just hold you,
until the thunder stops,
until the lightning, in your head,
ceases, flashing
its alarum blue...

until we are pulled out of orbit, together
and splashed, like paint
across the blankest,
brightest,
canvas

of stars.
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I reach for water in the desert,
a mirage shimmering in the heat.
My lips are cracked with longing,
my heart, a vessel, pleading to be filled.

But when I kneel to drink,
I taste only sand—
grains that cut, not quench,
dust that dries the soul.
Have you ever had someone go back and forth with you? They love you today. Hate you tomorrow. Then love you again.
Cut the flesh upwards,
Bend your bone cot.
Be aware of everything,
Soul scissors don’t stop...
Our oceans stay so iron sweet,
And this will never change...
Our corrector eye lens cameras stay in range, far...
Our mystery.
Messy makeup burnt.
We’re not perfect but we are what we learn...
And this is where we start, from the pain beauty curves and carves a new art...
Avery R Allen Aug 19
I want the suffering to end.
I'm sick of the flashbacks,
the cutting,
the pain.
Everything that life brings me,
I'm ******* tired of.

I want the hallucinations to go away.
It scares me to hear someone call my name,
or to see someone stand by my door,
only to realize there's no one there.
It almost makes me sad
that my brain made it up
and none of it was real.

I want to feel free again.
I'm done sleeping on my parents' bedroom floor,
and being consumed by an addiction to self destruction.
I want to be free of thoughts and compulsions to harm myself in any way I can.

I want it all to end.
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