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ty Dec 2014
you,
i cannot be without.
even at our worst times when i wander away,
i never seem to get far because,
you pull me back like the moon guides the waves,
although i thrash and flip,
i always come crashing back into you,
a withered white mess of tears,
because at the end of the day,
where the sky meets the ocean is where our truths lie.
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ty Dec 2014
when you touch me my adrenaline flares a warning signal,
that my heart cannot hold back too much desire,
and when your touch is gone,
i still feel a heavy weight on my heart,
the weight of its absence,

when we are apart,
i feel this sensation in the unreachable center of my chest,
similar to when you eat too much salt
i feel dry and broken down,
I also feel tight and full of a jittering vibration

i want your touch so badly that when you are gone,
i grow weak and sick,
tired and shaken,
sad but hopeful,
there is a lustful hope in the unreachable center of my heart.
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ty Dec 2014
time flies as we age
seeing how when you were 2,
1 year is about half of your life,
but seeing as now you you are 17,
one year is minuscule.
and oh darling,
this frightens me how i could lose you,
but of course you don't seem to notice,
how the time flies
you were only ever temporary to me
in the span of my time
ty Dec 2014
the sweetest perfection
to call my own
the slightest correction
couldn't finely hone
the sweetest infection
of body and mind
sweetest injection
of any kind
ty Dec 2014
I cant think when my mind is submerged in yours
how can i learn to love you
when all i know is how much i want you
i am the blind man who has never seen light
or the child who has only known fear
i cannot know your love until ive felt your pain
ty Dec 2014
isnt it ironic how things are much brighter in the dark?
sort of how we are only desperate after we've abused our second chances
and how you say you love me but you feel no spark?
ty Dec 2014
he said he was scared of commitment,
but he had tattoos all over his skin,

i guess he didn't see me as a work of art,
or maybe he didn't think the pain was worth it.
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