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 Jul 2020 Amy
what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists
 May 2020 Amy
 May 2020 Amy
they say
if you want to see
what someone fears losing,
watch what they photograph
then i remembered
you've taken a lot of pictures of me
but i realized
i never did the same
so maybe it really ended
cause im no good for you
 May 2020 Amy
In bloom
 May 2020 Amy
When a flower begins to grow,
do you hear it cry?
Does it fret about the water supply,
or the illogical odds of snow?
In spring does it wish for the summer,
or that rather it grew by the lake?
No- it blooms without worry, with grace,
and this is Man’s biggest mistake.
when we slow down, and reconnect with ourselves, we realise our inner capability and potential. Stress negates abundance, don’t sleep on your true self x
 May 2020 Amy
Verdant Quo
like water
I poured myself into her until she was overflowing at the brim

like reinforced steel
I bridged my heart to hers and welded myself to her soul

like the sun
I filled myself with light to cover her darkness

like a blanket
I shielded her from the harsh world underneath the covers

like magnets
I orbited her aura until we inevitably collided

like a seed
I felt myself growing up from her

Then, like an idiot
I could tell she felt nothing.
 May 2020 Amy
Riley Grace
 May 2020 Amy
Riley Grace
You broke my heart
It’s hard to fix gold
But in the end, it’s still worth the same
 May 2020 Amy
 May 2020 Amy
I hope when we shed these shells,
our souls will find each other
in eternity; where we will dwell.
 May 2020 Amy
 May 2020 Amy
She had a way of touching me,
without touching me.
 May 2020 Amy
 May 2020 Amy
        She taught me
        something about love
        my heart will never forget.
i don't think i believe in love anymore
it's just a transaction of brief attraction
it's what the poets write of
what the poets dream of
what hides behind every locked door
they find themselves standing in front of

but dreams aren't real
and thoughts are deceiving
love is a fleeting negotiation

but here we are
still wondering why all the great love stories end in tragedy
 Apr 2020 Amy
The higher
you are,
the more
hurt you’ll
Plunge from
you’ll pay
the price.
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