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Tearani C Feb 2012
The best thing
Is waking up to your rough fingertip tracing so lightly on my face,
That I lose my place and wonder if I’m even really awake.
The best thing
Is the color of your eyes when the light from my window pain,
Is dancing on every line of your perfect symmetry.
And the best thing
Is waking knowing inside I’m singing for your smile still,
I thrill at being so close I can touch,
The best thing is never having enough,
And the best thing is having you here
when I wake up.
Tearani C Feb 2012
I am smiling
Because I should feel like crying.
But I don’t.
I am smiling because in my head
I tell myself you’ll be there for me
But you won’t.
I am smiling
Because I’m tired of crying,
But I feel like dying and I needed
Someway to cope,
I am smiling
Tearani C Feb 2012
Spread thin on this wide brown bed,
My head buried under a mountain  of beige
Colored pillow cases, the dark figure
of my thoughts paces .. and I think
if I hold my breath for just a little longer
perhaps this feeling of you
will grow into something stronger
and my illusion of what you were will live on
And I’ll find a way to be strong,
Not spread thin on this big brown bed
That’s to empty without your memories
To keep me warm, just a heated laptop
With a moaning fan, nothing like the open arms
Of a handsome man with a tongue that’s
To quick for his own good,
I wish you would stop saying what you said,
Or would have said what you meant.
Now I’m spent and spread to thin on this
Empty brown bed.
And I’m drowning in beige pillow cases
I’ll choke to death long before I can catch my breath,
I hate what you do to me, but do it again,
I’m waiting here spread to thin on this lovely big brown bed.
Tearani C Feb 2012
See me? My little nose,
My brown hair,
See me there, my pale skin,
Like porcelain
Speckled with kisses from the sun,
See me there my gray blue eyes,
Shining like the summer sky.
See me there is that me,
That smiling face,
Existing twice in time and space,
is that me?
That face to used to be safe…
Is that me? Am I that face,
Repeated too often,
To clear to mistake
So you think that’s me?
My heart is breaking,                                  ~~~      ~~~          ­                                  
Behind my face....                                         (o)  |   (o)    Behind my face no one sees me.  
my voice is  S     A       I        G    .....               :   ^    .      Behind my face I cannot be me.                    
                        H     K      N                              :   =           From my face I pray you free me.
Tearani C Feb 2012
Do you remember when I put my last dollar
In that vending machine?
And it didn’t give me my Dr. pepper ?
And you walked away and bought your lunch
And sat next to me smiling
to share your soda and make it better?

Do you remember how my lips hurt,
So bad and I slept so little that night,
Because I hadn’t bought my books,
And you woke up in the morning,
To early and rushed to save the day,
Saved me twice by taking me away.
Sat with me and kissed my tender lips,
And told me I shouldn’t bite them
When I’m stressed?

Do you remember holding me together
When I had fallen apart,
And then you sewed together
My torn and tattered heart?
When panic revved inside my soul,
You held it there at bay,
whispered sweetly in my ear
That I was worth the wait?

Do you remember what you said,
When I was crying on the floor,
Rain was pouring in my head,
When I said I couldn’t hold it up
For another second more?
You told me to let it go,
And that nothing was as important
As seeing that I could be happy again?
And then..

Do you remember taking me to my own Prom,
Because I felt to alone to go?
And I was all wrong.
And you held me up and looked at me,
And danced until for a moment I was whole.
Like I had never cried before, like I
Had always known, you would come into existence
The moment I needed you most.

Do you remember sitting under candle light,
Without a single word,
As I cried, and you cried in a house
So full where not a person knew, and
The only way to be alone was to fallow
Me to the bathtub where we cried
And I kept touching you,
To make sure it was true, that you were
Still there. That you were real,
And you really cared to follow through.

Do you remember telling me I was beautiful,
When you should have said I
Was damaged? I can’t imagine
Anything better then when
I stepped out of the bathroom,
Downstairs and you stared
At the broken smile on my face,
And your eyes were empty for a moment.

I remember no one knew, like you knew.
No one shows me like you show it.
And when you say someday you will find a way,
To let me know that you will stay,
To let me know the way you love me,
I want to wrap my arms around you,
And let you feel it from me,
All the ways you show me every single day.
Because I remember,
And I can’t believe I get to know,
That I love you, and you stayed.
And I remember.
Tearani C Feb 2012
I am scared
To let any set of fresh eyes see me,
It has to be all at once I'm
So complicated, and I'm so full
Of things you won’t understand.
At first, I’m perfectly broken.

I am scared
To be told that
I am damaged,
Silly, strange, different, neurotic, psychotic
Unless you say those things
Like you will give them a chance,
And see that I am really
So grounded I’m dirt,
Raw earth and I’m stable
Sturdy and able.
I don’t change, but I grow.

I am scared
Not of what I am,
but of what I’m worth.
I know what I am,
But I know there’s a lot to know,
And you might look at me and think,
I have to much of
Everything to think,
To many words to speak,
And that
I am
Not
Worth
A thing.

I’m scared
But
I’m brave.
Tearani C Feb 2012
It kills me how you feel right now.
I don’t know how to save you but I see you.
Silently falling.
And you think no one hears you.
But I hear the silent screams in your saddened eyes.
In the way your jaw is clenched
While you bite your lip, so hard I see blood I think
A little bit.
And your eye lids sit a little lower across
Vacant windows to your soul,
And you think that I don’t know.
But I see those purple bruises beneath your eyes,
Which are set a fraction of an inch deeper in your head
Then they were before now.
That’s just how you look at 4;00 A.M
When the sound of your own thoughts are too loud.
And I know you’re not proud
Of anything when you cast your eyes down,
And won’t speak a word to me.
The colors in your eyes change
When you hide your pains in blind rage,
And your perfect red hair is disheveled
Where your fist clinched tighter thinking
If you try hard enough you will surely pull
These thoughts from your head.
And sleep doesn’t exist here.
Your voice gets deeper, when you’re sad
When you’re tired. And I can’t be there to help you
And its 4:00 A.M and I keep thinking
About everything you said,
And you’re perfect. red. hair.
Blank stare, broken dread,
Washing my face looking in a mirror
At purple bruises and  sleepless vacant eyes.
I see you right there,
And I stare for hours at my bedroom wall
I see you there.
It kills me how you feel right now.
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