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  Nov 2018 Brianna Kinyon
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whatever we think we have
is destructive

they say opposites attract
but what they don't say is
damage seeks out damage

we both know this is temporary
we'll never gonna choose each other

we are asymptotes
staying close to each other;
would never gonna cross the line
or would we?

maybe we're perpendicular lines
we'd cross the line
once
but that's it
or is it?

maybe we're each other's point b
each other's end point
but i doubt that

I think I know what we are
We are black splats
or stains hiding
in each other's blind spots

we see each other
when we want to

hide each other
when we want to

and I am tired
of being your temporary cure
because healing you
is like alcohol
it kills me but gets me addicted
makes me miserable yet happy
healing you is like being offered
space cakes
no matter how hard i try
to convince everyone it's harmless, it destroys
it builds me up
then lets me down
makes me feel everything then nothing at all

i don't know how it happened
all of a sudden then all at once

we both know this won't last
please erase me
wash the stain
open both your eyes
let go

whatever we think we have
let it die

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let This die
but dont forget

we'll stay close
enough to keep each other warm
but not too much to let each other burn
  Nov 2018 Brianna Kinyon
Abigail
I fooled myself
Thinking I could control my dreams
You are the essence of my daydreams
Just a tiny bit of your presence, makes me complete as a human
I don't think I could ever tell you
Maybe a small part of me wants you to notice it yourself
I guess that's what makes me the fool
That's why I'll keep daydreaming
Just for you're company


{ TO JULIEN}
  Nov 2018 Brianna Kinyon
amelia ware
I am torn in two.
My head pulls one way
My heart pulls the other.

I am torn in two.
I am drawn by the future I should want
And enticed by the one I actually do.

I am torn in two.
My mind follows the plan of the man who loves me
My eyes follow the man who never will.

I am torn in two.
One half is content with the way things will be.
The other half yearns for the lives I will never live.

— The End —