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Lydia Jan 2015
It's like I'm on the dark side of the moon when you're not around.
It's dark and cold
Except then my imagination kicks in and there's pools of lava everywhere and it looks like they're from Minecraft
See,
You keep me centered. You are the light of my life
But sometimes I'm afraid to talk to you because generally, light sources are hot and I'm afraid of being burned
I love you with complete comittment and I haven't done that before
See,
I can't quite figure out how I ever lived without you in the first place
Actually, I can,
I took in oxygen and performed cellular respiration.
See,
I've been living on the dark side of the moon,
Where my imagination constisted of nightmares,
My daydreams were math and science
And I've never really felt anything other than terror and cold and dark
I love you because you showed me what light was,
You pulled me across the line I didn't know was there
And you showed me how to breathe again
Like showing a little girl a rose or a hummingbird for the first time
Now,
I'm still afraid I'm going to ***** something up,
And fall back into the dark
Because you are the first person that has not given up on me-
I've never left the shadows
I always wait patiently next to the line for you to come back before I cross it,
Like my dog waits for me to get home by the door.
I think of all of those people who left without me, one way or another
Then I think back to you and all the days you were there when I woke up
I love you because it is the hardest thing that I can't figure out how to stop doing
I love you because I'm not afraid of the sound of your footsteps
Or your voice, calling my name
I love you because you are familiar to me
And I'm not quite as scared anymore
Please comment :) I thought very hard about this and I actually like the way it came out so I hope you did, too!
Ten Mercado Mar 2021
#1
she had enough paint in
her blood to
paint the world
however she wanted
blood-red trees
olive green streams
dogs in royal blue

she found freedom
to be suffocating
and the suffocation
was constisted
of the variety
of choices
and the lack of instructions

"How does one choose
when she also
makes the choices?"

— The End —