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erin Sep 2014
Life went on in the background
like white noise
but I was too hung up on your words
to hear it.
erin Dec 2013
Every bare branch on the tree
looks like the stake being ******
through my heart,
The silver sliver moon reminds me
of your toxic smile
reflected upside down on my face,
The biting cold doesn't bite
hard enough for my exposed chest
to feel the pain,
And with each pair of headlights
directed toward me
comes the private, desperate wish
they were speeding down my lane.
Am I going crazy?
Or simply thinking of you?
erin Aug 2014
It's been so long I can't remember
the last time I felt so vivid,
like with you I'm no longer
watching from the windows
and it scares the hell out of me
because everyday I fear your
goodbye will be the last.
I shouldn't need you so much
so soon
to keep from dragging my feet
through the white-washed weeks,
and maybe I should stay away from you
but the low bass of your voice
might as well be hooked into
my every joint and ligament,
drawing me closer
with every note
(it sounds so much
like heartbreak)
When you whisper to me
in the middle of the night,
when you trace my silhouette
with the desire in your eyes,
could you tell me there's no one else?
I don't want to know.
I just don't know.
erin Dec 2013
I've always wanted to write words
that would roll off your tongue like
a raindrop sliding down your
ski ***** nose.
Effortless.
I've always wanted to write words
that would speak to the soul
of anyone who managed to
find them.
Personal.
I've always wanted to write words
that would be whispered in the
dead of night like a great secret
to be shared.
Special.
I've always wanted to write words
that would be traced at the bottom
of someone's mirror, kept to inspire
them every day.
Uplifting.
I've always wanted to write words
that would elicit a feeling so strong
they couldn't leave without a sigh
or a tear.
Provoking.
I've always wanted to write words
that one day you might read
and you would see me inside
as well as out.
erin Jun 2016
living like young gods in the city
your average broken kids
collecting sins
and memories

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