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Shelby Bates Feb 2012
It's February 14, at 5 in the afternoon
And I'm sick.
Sick to my stomach; lagoons of acid loom in the foreground.
Sick in my legs; jello laced with electric jolts trying to break free.
Sick up in my head; my pulse pounds so loud everything else is gone.
It's just that relentless, frantic drum.
ThumpthumpTHUMPthumpthump.


The overwhelming desire to curl up in a shaking ball, to squeeze the illness all away, is nearly impossible to ignore.

It takes the strength of a old world deity to remain intact.
To hold the phone.
To keep my voice from shaking.

As I talk to you.
As I soothe your pain.
As I fix your problems.

Those problems that are my own, in a perverse mime cry.
Yet I can't say a word about my demons to you.
Why?
Because my demons have your name printed on their grey brows.
And that simply wouldn't do, now would it?

It's February 14, at 5 in the afternoon
And I'm sick.
Sick to my stomach; lagoons of acid loom in the foreground.
Sick in my legs; jello laced with electric jolts trying to break free.
Sick up in my head; my pulse pounds so loud everything else is gone.
It's just that relentless, frantic drum.
ThumpthumpTHUMPthumpthump.

But I do my best not to show it.
And you believe my farce.

I guess now thats all thats left to say is;

Happy Valentines day, dear.
Hannah Nov 2014
my love, my paramour, my sweet peter pan,
I wish so much to see you again.
your company right now would be oh so sweet,
just like your smile which can
bring all others to defeat.
you have captured my body and soul,
I love,
love, love you with all of my whole.
from the stars and the moon down to my
tiny tippy toes,  
you are my water to my withering rose.
you have stolen my heart from my chest,
no wonder it feels like my heart stops to rest,
thumpthump-thumpthump-thumpthumpthumpthumpthump---
a stop, a pause, a 1,2,3 jump.
off the cliff was the sensation I felt,
when your eyes met mine as my
heart started to melt.
your lips on mine was what I last remember, a
whisper, a hug,
a fire almost burning by a rekindled ember.

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