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 Apr 2014 Erin
Molly
For Nick
 Apr 2014 Erin
Molly
When it has been five days since
anyone told you they loved you
and no one has held your
hand in four months
and you cannot remember the
last time you felt wanted,
remember this.

People aren't meant to say I love you.
Those three words mean
so many things but somehow
they mean nothing and eight
letters thrown together into
a combination of
lines and spaces is not an
accurate representation of feelings.

They say I love you
in the way they smile when
you laugh at their jokes and they
say it in the way they shake their head
when you make a bad pun and
they say it with every
text message in all-caps at
two twenty-four in the morning
because something incredible
just happened and they had to let you know
and they say it with every
hug and high-five and punch in the arm
and with the way your name
bounces off their tongue
like a child making poor judgement calls
on a trampoline and

they will not tell you happy birthday this year
and they will take four hours to
text you back because
they got distracted and they
will call you an *******
(because you are one, sometimes)
and eat all your lunch
without saying please or thank you
and they will
forget to tell you they love you
when they say good night,

because people are not meant to say *I love you.
For my friend, and anyone else feeling unwanted or underappreciated.
 Mar 2014 Erin
Artemis
Shallow
 Mar 2014 Erin
Artemis
Do you ever get stuck on someones physical appearance
To the point where you can't get past one of their features
Its just so eye catching and no matter what you can't help but focus
On this one aspect of them that shouldn't really matter so much
When you talk to them you find yourself fixated
Eyes drawn to whatever it is that calls for your attention
You see I only ask because I am having this very problem
I adore her to no end but I simply can't get past her eyes
They're just so beautiful
*~W.C.
 Mar 2014 Erin
Yhama ButterFly
(a tale of goodbye)*


I know this is not the end
but, it feels like it.

Patiently I wait until we perform
our last scene together.

Possess by the passions of
two star-crossed lovers,

our enactment brought silence
over the room.

Anxiety flushes over me
as we take our final bow
and the curtain closes.

Secretly my heart hopes for
a standing ovation, even an encore.

I yearn for one last moment
to spend with you in our short story.

Sorrow engulfs my entire being.

My body starts rejecting
the thought of losing you.

As I look into your eyes, I reflect back on
how beautiful we were together.

I question...

Can we add another scene?

Why does it have to end?


~Butterfly εїз  2011©
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