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 Aug 2014 too turnt kim
Shanijua
I want to be that feeling of urgency you need to let go before you go insane. The slither of hope intensifies as a ****** is almost reached.  Blood escapes my tongue as I fight not scream, for no one knows of us. Closer, closer I need you! Can you not see the arch in my limber back? The shivers my spine send when your lips meet the skin at my thighs? Continue to climb me, further into me, I need your release inside my body making us one.
I was walking down
The gravel of the school,
Suddenly I felt,
Like a shadow was behind me,
Staring, looking, waiting.


I hoped it was him.
I wanted it to be him.
I wanted to believe it was him.
I hoped and prayed it was him.
Even if there was a chance it wasn’t.


I wanted it to be so badly.
I wanted to take back my words.
Tell him that I loved him,
That age didn’t matter.

 
Tell him that,
He didn’t have to be with her,
That I was there,
For him.

 
Tell him we could change the world,
Break the rules,
Make a difference.
Tell him that it was me he wanted,
And I knew.

 
Tell him that I could finally,
Have the happy ever after,
That I always wanted.
That nothing could stop us.
 

I wanted him to know,
That we can have,
Everything we wanted,
That life wasn’t something to hate.
 

I wanted to tell him,
That I would die happy,
If took my hand,
And held onto it,
Until it was my end.

 
I wanted him to know,
That I loved him,
And I wanted to know,
If he felt the same.


I wanted,
My life to take a turn,
Be what it should be,
Be what I wished.


I wanted,
To wrap my arms around him,
And hold on,
Till death did us apart.

 
I wanted him to know,
That we can.
I kept praying,
Not letting the negative in,
Keeping my hopes up,
Then I turned around.

 
There was no one.
It's amazing what crushes do to you. What love does to you.
 Aug 2014 too turnt kim
AllAtOnce
it's just me
huddled on your end of the couch
some pointless game flashing on the screen
ice cream filling my mouth
my friend at the other end trying to fly
the blanket is too scratchy
and the ice cream is too cold
blood on my tongue (and i don't know why)
with so many words to be told
i don't know the point of this poem
just putting random feelings into words
once again just wondering
what it would be like to be heard

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