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Papery white dust motes hang in the air
soft, early light, beckoning you
having stolen it's way in through the cracks
of this world we have been hiding in together.

The early light, before the dawn.
That morning, the one I kept hoping would decide to stay away
just a little longer...has found us.
These are the only times I truly hate the coming sun.

When I knew it was coming to take you away
I didn't want to close my eyes
maybe, if I kept watch over you,
it would freeze time, just once.

I wished for it, but wishes did not prevail.

Now, I don't want to open these eyes.
I want to stay wrapped in this cocoon of warmth with you.
I can't bare the sting of sadness I will feel
once our small lover's cove lacks your presence.

I touch your cheek with my fingertips,
so smooth and perfect under my skin,
you lie still with your eyes closed,
but I know you are aware.

My heavy-lidded gaze watches the clock, slow and deliberate.
These feel like stolen moments, and I,
I am a greedy treasure-seeker, hording
delights of my heart for one more precious minute and wishing for more.

Again, I wished, but to no avail.

I can feel the wall cracking.
The one I had constructed through the night as I always do,
my resolve, weakening as I know
I must face your inevitable departure.

I close my eyes but a moment,
when I open them again your face is bright,
full of love for me as you try to ease my sadness,
but the physical distance between us has already begun.

I hide my tears from you as best I can,
a silly thing to do when I know you can feel them,
but my pride will not allow me to show
the full weight that sits on my chest.

"All the time in the world", you say, and I try to smile as I wish the distance away.
More than love,
sometimes it is
the fear of being alone.
Because loneliness
creates a haunting echo
of our silence.

Isn't that why
we seek broken things,
and broken men?

So that we
fix instead of break
at least for once.

So that we
leave our signatures
in the loosely filled
cracks and scars.

So that they
cannot recall life
but after we set
their hearts beating again.

So that every time
they take their clothes off,
they can see us
sewed to their skin.

And be proud
to call it ours.
An online Poetry Site is like taking a Lover.
At first everything is new and exciting,
Our juices are flowing.
Our heart beats a little faster,
Endorphins abounding.
We romance and court her,
Our best foot forward,
Play to our strengths,
Beat on our chests,
Try to avoid foolish mistakes.

We get drawn in,
Dazzled by the allure of her attention.
We become intimate,
Embrace her charms,
Confide our inner most Secrets,
Whisper unashamedly our Fears.
But she can be fickle, change her mind,
Love us one minute, ignore us the next.
We invite her to judge us,
Then we resent the results.
We fight and withdraw, vowing to quite,
Then find that we are caught in the web,
And can’t follow through.

She commands far too much of our time,
We can even become obsessed, knowing
That we should back off, if only we could.
We begin to resent the time we spend with her,
And yet cannot get through a day without checking in.
In spite of our protests, when gone, we miss her.

So we nearly abandon old friends and family,
Preferring her company instead.
Lose needed sleep to stay up past three,
Just to hold her hand.
Hanging as we do,
On her every word.
Forget to mow the lawn,
Or wash the dishes.
Enthralled and distracted.
Neglect to shower,
Remain all day in Pajamas.

It’s a romance of words on a screen,
Not a living, breathing thing,
But even with this knowledge,
We can’t let her go.
Can’t leave it alone.
I know, because I have tried and failed.
And here I still remain,
Caught like an animal in a trap.
Or is it, a fat happy bird in a gilded cage?
Who would not know where else to go,
Even if the door were left open.

I am conflicted to say the least.
No doubt my need for self-expression,
Is stronger than my need for cessation.

We love what we do,
And do what we love
And **** the consequences.
The good part is, as far as I know,
No one ever got a social disease,
From Words on a computer screen.
 Jan 2014 sheloveswords
Alicia
Please excuse my vulnerability.
I have been broken.
My heart has been shattered many times before.
Every time I found the strength in myself to piece it back together,
slowly but surely,
what is left of me is walked over. Ignored.
I have felt alone in a room full of genuine souls.
Speaking my truth, expressing my hurt.
I have yet to be heard.
For my truth is my loudest cry,
and no one seems to completely understand.
I have tried to search for my soul,
my life-long friend.
Once alive but we lost touch.
Maybe it's simpler for it to come and find me.

I am broken.
I'm not used to this feeling,
and I cannot really escape from the fact
that it is so **** difficult to pick myself up
from the fall.
Normally, I would never accept defeat.
This time, it got the best of me.
Maybe one day I will lift my head enough
and remind myself of the light that's at the end of the tunnel.
Though at this moment,
all I know is the darkness surrounding me.
I am broken. I am vulnerable.
I have accepted it. This is me.
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Twitter: @the_monAlicia
Audio: soundcloud.com/liciii/broken
 Jan 2014 sheloveswords
hope west
He could never love me, I will never have his heart
no matter how much i'll try and try, we'll always be apart

He could never touch me, the way i'd only ever dreamed
with his warmth against my skin
i've felt it once or twice before
and been hoping for evermore

He could never see me, the way i've always seen him
for he has long decided that i'm not enough for him

He could never love me,but i will never quit,
for i will try until he's mine, even if i already know
that i will fail, but i want it back, to where we were at

For i would carry all my fears,a thousand miles, a million ways,
a thousand more, for a million days
to hear his voice his, to see his precious face
i'd come all this way

Just to THINK he is mine,for once in my mind
I'd still go, even though i already know
he could NEVER love me.
I couldn't read by the ocean
The sea breeze prematurely
Flipped each page for me.
My eyes caught
The very words I had been
Anticipating for hours

I found the end
Before I configured a beginning.
Much like the way my daydreams
Never quite know how to step
Out of the clouds.
Probably because
They have a hard time finding
A ground they've never known

Tales taller than myself
Filled up my silly little brain
With the idea that
I'd rather jump ships
Than skip from stone to stone

The water here is polluted
More than the people.
They insist on throwing their
Things
Into the ocean.
The problems they've been
Tossing away all these years
Always find their way back to
Shore

But I find that there's a sunrise
In the middle of the day
Coasting over every lonely coast
In search of a girl
With her head under the waves

Life is a little more peaceful there
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