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The New Kestrel Jul 2013
tiredofhowimportantthesmallthingsare
The New Kestrel Jul 2013
You don't fully understand what goes on inside my head.
It is a torrent of confusion, thoughts, and visions.
I have my world, and you have yours.

It might get easier, but you need to understand how foolish you sounded.
You spoke to me as though I was a child!
A GULLIBLE child!
I know people lie or speak before they think,
I know I cant believe everything I see,
I know that the world is twisted and ****** up!
And I read enough and see enough to put two and two together.

I'm disappointed. You told me you were
Inspired to not get mad about others' beliefs.
I don't know what you meant by it, but it sounds
Biased to me.

You told be you see beauty in everything,
But I don't think you do. You don't look at everything.
You assume.
Do you know anything about me?
I haven't even begun to explain!
My lifelong fears,
The isolation I've suffered most of  my life,
My ability to see others for who they really are.
My search for whats right.
My search for my unlabeledviews
Because they're the only thing that makes any sense!

You're different, I know,
But your eyes are still the same.

I love you. I do.
But you really need to see me before you judge.
I tried to, but you didn't really let me.
Now its your turn.
Maybe I'm too worked up, but whatever...
The New Kestrel Jul 2013
Along with bringing happiness,
Love also brings pain,
And gives you the ability to cause pain.
Otherwise, whats the point?
Do they really love you if you can't hurt them in some way?
If it is true,
Pain and love must be mutual gifts.
The New Kestrel Jul 2013
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
The New Kestrel Jul 2013
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.
The New Kestrel Jul 2013
pleasedonttellmethreehasbeenlongenough
itscaresmetothinkoflosingyousosoon
The New Kestrel Jul 2013
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.
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