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 Jul 2013 ---
The New Kestrel
I still feel it, too.

I fan-girl over your first texts of the day,
I tear up reading your poetry.

I still get nervous when I see you.
I continue to feel high when you kiss me.

Its not anything I've felt before
And I never want this feeling to go away.
13 days




In response to **Butterflies**, That Parkour Kid
 Jul 2013 ---
The New Kestrel
The most beautiful words spoken
Are the ones you touch on my lips.
So silent, but it says so much.
Represents so much.

Promise me this:
If you ever sop loving me,
Never kiss me again.

*It's the same as lying.
 Jul 2013 ---
The New Kestrel
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itscaresmetothinkoflosingyousosoon
 Jul 2013 ---
The New Kestrel
Speak under your breath
As though talking to yourself,
But rest your head on my shoulder.

That way, I can hear you.
And you have me.
Just rest your head upon my shoulder.

I will always be here.
I will always listen
To the words spoken ever so quietly.
 Jul 2013 ---
The New Kestrel
Yours
 Jul 2013 ---
The New Kestrel
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 Jul 2013 ---
Amber Grey
I had never thought about the repercussions, you know?
Living too fast.

I'd always thought that it would be cool,
like the stoner kids in high school that were always
at 7-11 during fourth period.

I spent my whole life waiting for someone to invite me in.

And then someone did.

All of a sudden,
my life was a whirlwind of
midnight city lights
induced euphoria
yelling from street corners
and jumping from rooftops,
just to see if we could make it.

It was great and perfect for a while.

I had friends in high places.

I found my muse.

I always had somewhere to be on a Friday night.

I loved every second of it.

But now I'm not so sure.
It's as if I waited too long to pull myself out.
All of a sudden, I can't remember what it was like
to be boring;
happy.
 Jul 2013 ---
The New Kestrel
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 Jul 2013 ---
The New Kestrel
My first thought is
I love you.
I want you.
I'm scared to go farther.
To hurt you.
But I still wonder if you'd let me.

This love and pain and wonder
Is eating me alive.
I worry constantly.
Especially since the pain
Will not be mine.

I am scared that
Our feelings will fade.
Wash away like a memory.
I'm scared to go farther.
To drive you away.
But I still wonder
If you'd stay.

This curiosity kills me.
Lightning in our skies.
Fringing the ends of my heartstrings,
Encasing me in my own lies.
My mind tells me
something is to come.
All I need to know,
Is that it's false.
Not written in my point of view. As I believe another views it.
 Jul 2013 ---
The New Kestrel
3mm
 Jul 2013 ---
The New Kestrel
3mm
It is not three millimeters.
Or maybe it is
And its symbolic.
A short distance compared to
The mile that is my life.

No. Its the
Three Month Mark.
The thing I'm scared of.
Every time I've tried something,
And I've been happy,
It ends at three.
Three something.
Hours,
Days,
Weeks,
or Months.

We've passed a few of those,
But "months" is coming.
Fast.
I hope it's wrong.
 Jul 2013 ---
The New Kestrel
connections are strange.
And i wonder what kind we have.
i know i love you and i know you love me.

do we have a spiritual connection?
meant to teach eachother about the world in our own eyes?
or is it only physical?
only when you touch me or when i kiss you?

do we have a mental connection?
can we trust eachother with secrets and
emotions?
or is that too much for you?

we joke, but we dont have many deep talks.
not about us,
family,
or even the weather and how it makes us feel.
i try,
but are you interested?

do you try to hide from me?
thats how it seems.
only short answers and "yes, im fine."
but i know otherwise.

why wont you confide in me?
thats what im here for.

Every day i feel more and more as though
youre using me as a distraction.
from the trauma
from the curiosity,
from the confusion.

are you?
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