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nights like these when
I want to drown my sorrows
in copious amounts
of *****
but I also want to drown myself
in copious amounts
of you.

S.W.
 Mar 2014 The Haywire
hannah
What if a shooting star
Granted all the wishes I've made so far
What if you could see
All that you really mean to me
And what you were to die
I'd die too and I don't know why
But what if all of my wishes came true
All I ever wished for was you
 Mar 2014 The Haywire
hannah
Real
 Mar 2014 The Haywire
hannah
The way your eyes crinkle when you smile
Tells me your real
The way your easily offended
Tells me you feel
The way your fingers trace over my hip
Tells me need
The way you fall in love so easily
Tells me you bleed
The way you brush off punches
Tells me you heal
The way you help me get dressed
Reminds me it's real
 Mar 2014 The Haywire
hannah
It's nearly been a week since we last spoke
I've been counting the days
I hope I can keep counting
If you know what I mean

You smile when you pass me
But don't dare say hello
Don't you dare say hello
 Mar 2014 The Haywire
anastasia
i'm the type of girl
who will scribble your name
onto my homework
over and over
until my wrist starts to hurt-
who loves to stand in the woods
and listen to the secrets
the blowing wind
whispers through her hair-
who can't go a day
without a cup of coffee
to wake up my insides
when feeling hollow-
who will catch myself
singing old love songs
that remind me of you
but sadden my soul-
who's lips will quiver
and hands will shake
when you ask me a question-
that would sit beside you
in complete silence
not knowing what to say-
who's mind eats her inside out
when left alone-
who has scars on her soul
but stood strong all those times
simply for your existence-
who would stumble into your arms
while drunk and vulnerable
looking for someone
to carry me home-
who would open up to you
if you asked me to
while laying beside you
on the hood of your car
staring out at the stars
when it's past my curfew
 Mar 2014 The Haywire
anastasia
small, delicate body parts
veins braided through them neatly
some accessorized
some mistreated
but when forced a blade through
and blood seeping from the wounds
is never when their demons win
but when their tainted soul
conveys silent screams
craving a release
but sadly that escape
is found in a short, sharp pain
taken away
by the slash of a wrist

a.n.
 Mar 2014 The Haywire
anastasia
reddened face
swollen eyes
they always lead to
a better rhyme

shaking hands
trembling lips
now feeling high
and confused a bit

tripping around
falling up stairs
now you are lost
fearless, my dear

a.n.
 Mar 2014 The Haywire
Ghazal
It kills-
Knowing I'm the pain
flickering inside
your eyes.
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