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One Night.
While dreaming,
I met a boy.

Face of an angel.
Voice of one too!
Twas' just a dream though.

One Day.
While awake,
I met a boy.

Face of a demon.
Voice of one too!
It wasn't a dream though.

One Night.
While dreaming,
The demon boy appeared.

His demon face melted away.
His voice became angelic.
Was this real?

One Day.
While awake.
I met the demon boy, again.

I looked into his eyes.
The demon disappeared!
*He became My angel.
Wide awake.
Though it's morning,
When I should be awake,
I don't have you.
You're not awake to talk to me.
You're alseep.
While I'm wide awake.
One that includes the simple things.
One that shows the little things I want.
One that tells the world who I am.
One that says that I'm not normal.

In my dreams,
I spend hours wrapped in you,
wrapped in your words.

In those dreams,
I lay for hours talking to you,
lost in your arms.
Butterflies?
I still get Butterflies?
My phone goes off, Butterflies.
I open Hello Poetry, Butterflies.
Read your texts, Butterflies.
Hadn't thought I could still get them, Butterflies.
I thank you for bringing back my,
Butterflies.
Dedicated to someone that truly gives me butterflies, he knows who he is :)
Pounding heart.
Sweating palms.
Nervous shaking.

Racing thoughts.
Mixed up words
Confusing actions.

Thoughts of you.
Smiling at your picture.
My conclusion.
*I like you.
Left.
Right.
Left.
Right.
How to get through the day.

Breathe In.
Out.
In.
Out
How to make it through
            those moments.

Look forward.
Forward.
Forward.
Forward.
Never look back at what
           you thought you wanted
…You talk too much
    Your tiny pill word *****
    Is making me overdose

And then I die and go to your garden
And see you’re the thorn that keeps ******* the weeds
Around my small little grave
And then ****** the seeds
And you smell like dirt
And everything bad in death
And I want to tear you like a dying scroll
Whose paper renders weak like my fading breath
But I can’t tear you apart
When I’m already torn head to toe myself
So I relinquish all master controls
And lay my only soul to rest
 Nov 2012 TR Saucier
Melanie
This Is
 Nov 2012 TR Saucier
Melanie
This is the end of our relationship.

Three years of turmoil.

One year of me hurting you,
another year of you hurting me
and one last year of us giving up because we never could change.

We did this,
this is what is left of our love.
First attempt on hello poetry, criticism would be kindly appreciated.
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