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Veronica Emilia Sep 2012
She smeared on her lipstick
And slammed the door.

There were no tears left for him.
Her eyes were dry and aching.
Waiting for the feeling to rush over her.
Trying to push them out and get this over with.
Again.
Her bright lips trembled.

She walked ahead.
Made no eye contact with anyone that passed.
It was finally over.
Veronica Emilia Sep 2012
I miss everything I had before
this.
Everything that made me feel like
me.
Everyone who contributed to
us.

We're separated in a web.
A delicate spiders web that could break with one swift movement.
The spider can spin new strands and put some strands back together.
But it won't feel the same.

I miss talks I thought meant
nothing.
Talks that were taken for  
granted.
Talking and listening and laughing and crying with
you.

We're distanced from each other.
Our words come through like tin cans and string.
Who will cut the string that holds on tight?
Which one of us will reconnect it?

I miss the faces I can
remember.
Faces that I could see
smiling.
Eyes I could see lit or spilt with
tears.

Now I just see myself.
In the mirror but like a projection.
Portraying myself in what was called my life.
Looking through the matter that used to hold me together.
Veronica Emilia Sep 2012
The world is swirling around me.
Spiraling.
No.
I am the one spinning. Dazed and dizzy.
Whispers of my name become louder until they reach the top of the crescendo.
From you.
This isn't a dream.
I wake up to see you next to me.
You laugh, smile and touch my nose with your finger.
Why is this the way it has to be?
I am hidden in your hurricane.
You call me when you want.
When you want to fall in love with me instead.
I listen because you take me out of the hurricane.
You find and pluck me out only to throw me back in
this twirling madness later.
I wish I controlled the weather.
Veronica Emilia Sep 2012
I don't think you realize how many times I've been hurt.
Really hurt.
Like the first scrape of summer,
when you fall off your bike.
Until you've done it so much,
you feel numb.
You know the pain is still there.
You don't want to know though.
Toughing it out takes time.
There's no band-aid for the blood shed.
And no one to kiss it and make it better,
because it's not supposed to hurt anymore.
So you stand up the next time you fall,
bruised
torn
broken.
For everyone to see.
But can you really have bravery,
for ignoring the pain?
Veronica Emilia Aug 2012
You say you miss me, how can this be true?
Everything just leads back to you.

I thought I was trying something else.

Instead I found myself talking
To you.
For 2 hours.

Laughing, joking, talking about things that matter.
Life.

And you know it's true that I miss you.
My sarcasm doesn't sound convincing.
Veronica Emilia Aug 2012
I met someone new, I tell you.

His eyes are blue, he's nothing like you.

Except I can't help thinking of you.

It's hard to start things like this because of you.

You, stand there and stare at me. Our peircing blue eyes go through each other.

Because we both know it's you, that holds me back. You.

The one that doesn't care about me, it's quite stupid that everything I think of leads back to

you.
Veronica Emilia Aug 2012
We just met.

You said "hi".

I was so surprised I could die.

We talked like we fit like clicks of locks.

You stared. Gazed. Star gazed.

At me.

                                                            ­                                             Until I discovered you have a girlfriend.

                                                    ­                                            Now I'm going to staple myself to the carpet.
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