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The feeling of your absence doesn't bother me,
I guess because I never lost you.
I want to move on,
but fragments of ecstasy pierce my heart,
reminding me that you're no longer mine.

When you cross my mind,
my heart skips a beat,
I just wish it also skipped the feeling, that you're weren't enough for me,
Maybe I'd still have you in my arms.

vanessa marie Feb 20
im addicted to you
to your laugh and your smiles
your "i havent seen you around in a while" 's
and i've made most of it up in my mind anyway
i romanticize the little things
like your bedroom and the way your t shirt clings
i can see our future so clearly its scary
its not happily ever after by any means
but its enough for now
its enough for us in our teens
kayzamo May 2021
Your passion blooms yellow,
Like the smile of a rising sun.
The wind blows, and the daffodils bellow;
They echo a crescendo - their spring has begun.

Their song flows across the ground,
Blooming budding emotions in its wake.
The nectar dampening the soil mound
Has enough oxytocin to make a soul ache.

These daffodils grew over the snow in my lawn,
Melting the cold as their roots gripped the earth.
I kept warm among the blossoms as the hours rolled on.
My mind gradually defrosted - like a cerebral rebirth.

My winter has mostly ended, indicated by each perennial.
I have you to thank for planting the first bulb out there -
Double digging the stubborn dirt, yet remaining congenial,
Despite the unfit sod and icy air.

I owe it to you that I've recovered whatsoever:
My cognitive crime scene, solved with your empathetic luminol.
Perhaps young love is a foolish endeavor,
But if that's so, then I'm the most foolish fool of all.

So I'll unabashedly listen to your daffodil crescendo,
And resonate with the joy in your living rhythm.
I'll plant you some chrysanthemums to match in yellow,
So we can sit together with them.
Critiques welcomed!
she remains anon May 2021
Our world was cemented fresh linoleum tile
you always bent down to reach my voice,
I was so sweet, I feel so vile.
You tell her she reminds you of daisies and August sunshine
I smell out the ***** of cinnamon, I am canine,
thought you were mine.

I know she's breathless
as you shake the bed,
dancing dyad, snowed with asbestos.
And I could be edgeless
sand myself down just for you.
Polish every crevice,
I am god in a teenage body
I could be edgeless
like a marble cast of paresis
settled upon your pew.
Duckie Apr 2021
Street cleaners gather beneath crisp tree leaves,
Collecting cloudy tears along the hem of their hoods,
Their oversized coats reminding me of the night
we shared a bench within the downpour of the city,
You demanded I kept my hood down,
Allowing raindrops to trickle atop the bridge of my nose
As your fingers traced the cherry red tips of my ears,
I spent many minutes contemplating how
I would explain my state to my mother,
Settling on the notion to flee to my room the moment I returned,
Soon enough sense turned hazy,
Your violet lips nicked my own,
In a sickly speed.
Austin Mizelle Mar 2021
Old eyes gaze upon
Young faces. So in love they
Were, so young and dumb.
Yemaya Feb 2021
You're scent is best forgotten.
Yet I remember your cinnamon hair,
Everytime the breeze carried the warm smell to my nose I smiled.
Because it meant you were still there with me.
We weren't in love,
Because we are and were,
too young to be having such big emotions.
But I know that whenever I catch the scent of cinnamon on an afternoon autumn breeze.

I will remember you.
Will you remember me?
t Feb 2021
       wide and wanting.  
       red and rushed.
reckless becomes my name
as you whisper carelessness in my ear-

you are everything i have ever wanted and more.

cold and burning me everywhere you go,
‘can i see?’
and i would like to say yesnoyesno because that is what i feel but i stare at you instead with

       wide and wanting and where will this go?
and you turn me around and around and we are moving now, quicker than the stars on the edge of the universe.
and the universe is only one word today,

and you
        are next to me with your
       all red and raw and perfect
and i want to ask if you really love me
but i don’t want to ruin this.
     are the curious youth,
drunk on the light of the moon against our arms
and adorned with the fascination of
skin on skin
and kisses returned
and a timeless embrace because

     we don't know what we’re doing but
     i don’t want anything else.
Jorge Langley Feb 2021
Awake! Awake! Please awake!
The only words she knew as the breath leaves my being
As she sobs, I gained strength
When she stops, my life drifts away.
She's connected with me.

Live! Live! Please live!
Without you I am nothing, I was touched
So deep within my wounds, I felt love sinking through
I was so infatuated.
Even love can heal and I got to experience that.

Breathe! Breathe! Please breathe!
I need you here with me for I am nothing without thee
She vented with her tears, she screamed in anger
I was the hope for her living, the reason at that
She was in love with me.

Don't go! Don't go! Please don't go!
I was at the edge of life,
It was my time to leave scorched earth.
She wept and in her arms is where I died.
She killed herself and I think that was love.
Inspired by past relationships and the relationships that some of my closest friends have been in.
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