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#wariness
i hate it when i'm with a group and a person's laugh appears and sounds to be so real but then the smile is quickly wiped off their face as they stare at nothing in particular when the joke's finally said and everybody else is finally done laughing when they aren't aware of my awareness of their wariness
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 5:20 AM UTC
2/8/15
I don't know what I'm feeling anymore. He loves me, so why can't I let myself love him too? What's holding me back? And he says he loves me too, so why am I so wary of his love, and often left feeling unfulfilled and deserted? I don't love me right now, and when I look in the mirror I don't recognize this person in front of me anymore. My nights are filled with stolen kisses and drunken *** yet I'm always left alone at the end of it. And it's then, when I'm lonely and tearful that I question everything, most of all myself.
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
A Tale of Two Lovers
I want you to be my princess God willing I will be your prince I need you to kiss me in the moonlight I don't think you could make me happier Than you already do I knew my words were cliche But how else was I supposed to say That she made my heart burst with love Love that could not be quelled That begged to burst forth But was kept inside Because of the guardedness of my heart Because of memories of the pain That sprung from saying it last time
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Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 12:29 AM UTC
Love Poem
She couldn't have tried like she did and they couldn't have missed it so easily. A pretty simple task, but too many see too much and her eyes flicker with what she could know. She could feel like they wanted but who would she be, then? When found--they stared, for their creation had fell apart, not what they foresaw. Disconnected, for what she thought she was, or perhaps, who she actually became, had started to dissolve. Gazing at herself, the rise of what could be withers and with that her eyes cloud over once more, where she loses touch. Her only want being seen by others, but distracted by her own being.
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Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 6:29 PM UTC
03/20/14 #2