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In grayer skies,
I squint less,
dress warmer,
laugh more.
so much time was wasted
worrying
stressing
killing time
being patient
giving second chances
and
simply
waiting...

and all of it was just
wasting time.

and now i’m too scared
to give love a chance
because i still love you.
or you make me think
i still love you
even if you don’t love me.
just please stop
changing your mind
every single day,
i’m begging you.
it’s exhausting and
traumatizing.

give me an answer,
and let it be final.
I want a love so deep that all my shallowness disappears,
I want a love so lucid that all my doubts clear.
I want a love so consuming that all my fears dissolve,
I want a love so inspiring that all my thoughts evolve.
I want a love so pure that all my sins are forgiven,
I want a love so trusting that all my insecurities are riven.
I want a love so joyous that all my sorrows are washed away,
I want a love so poetic that it lives even when I no longer stay!
 Oct 2020 Brandy Connour
TW Rice
From the day I met you, ive seen beauty in everything.

From the day I met you, the perfected sounds come from your "goodmorning".

From the day I met you, I knew there was no one that could ever love me the way you do.

For you taught me to love myself that way I could freely give and receive love.

From the day I met you, your scent is all I want to ever smell.

From the day I met you, the day I tasted your lips with a kiss.

It was in that moment I knew crave you all my life.

From the day I placed my hand in yours, I knew the electricity and chemistry we shared.

From the day we met, how we think the same and talk the same way.

I've know ever since the first day I met you, I've never wanted to be apart from you. You and I are forever entwined.

To my beloved, my forever, Special K
 Oct 2020 Brandy Connour
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
I wish there was
another ending to
our story because
this isn’t one I ever wanted to read.
We are both to blame for  
this final chapter and
I am sorry it had
to end this way.
I looked up at the ceiling
and imagined the stars

as if I was lying on the ground
with the universe around me

As if the wounds
and words
never existed at all
 Sep 2020 Brandy Connour
jordan
sunset blood drains
from transient clouds
as the bone-white moon
hangs in haughty defiance
over a jaundiced prairie

and as the life-giving sun
descends into its earthly grave
centuries of ghosts
whisper their hollow secrets
on the northern wind

they speak only of yesterday
amid the coagulating darkness
having long forgotten
the radiant life of today
and the promise of tomorrow
written for the beautifully empty sunset of 9/27/2020
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