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I'm in love with someone's daughter
living in the shards of a broken home
Cutting herself on two year-old letters
These are moments she can't fake;
reasons to feel alone
So used to abuse, her tears start to shake
I hold her close as her head starts to ache
"I love you too much,
so I can't let your heart break."
She said, "I know you love me,
but you've made a mistake."

I never meant for anyone to be my pulse.
I promise not to step on your feet
if you teach me how to waltz.
There was an army of ants in the plastic plants
So I poured light through a magnifying glass
And I created a fire on the artificial grass

They scurried and hurried
with flames on their backs
Like soldiers on a hopeless plain,
searching for invisible barracks

And I sighed as they died,
because we are all the same:
Scurrying and hurrying from invisible pain
 Aug 2014 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
AJ
I don't have much left for you to take, but I swear, I'll give it all.

Really? Because you said you'd give me the moon, but I guess you don't recall.

I've poured my life into this mess, can't you give me one more chance?

You made promises you never kept, and I'm expected not to take a stance?

You're a ***** and a mistress cruel, but I just can't stop loving you.

Begging is for dogs, but I guess your true colors must bleed through.

All these trips and traps have steered us wrong, but I'm alright if you're with me.

You set all the traps. I did most of the tripping, besides you over your feet.

Don't you remember that one day? When we were joined in the eyes of God?

"Till death do us part", well now I'm dead on the inside, and you're a fraud.

If you truly hate me so, then I'll just have to be on my way.

My things are packed, and my flight is booked. So actually, you can stay."
It's hard to think this is goodbye. Will we ever meet again?

Hopefully not. You were always the wrong clichés.
Collab with the lovely Spencer Dennison, linked below.
http://hellopoetry.com/spencer-dennison/

If you could not guess I was the heart-breaker.
you're so beautiful,

but you're not meant for me.
i guess i have to deal with that

inspired by a death cab for cutie song
My heart, and mind thrown into a void
endlessly falling into some kind of abyss
An abyss of something beautiful
yet seemingly deadly.
Strange as it sounds
As I fall deeper and deeper into the void
I find myself more
Alive?
And I ask...
What is this peculiar state?
Why does it's existence throw me off my mind?
Really, I don't know!

It leaves my soul unrest!
It captures my mind!
like I've discovered the ultimate discovery of all time
It's a whole new level of enigma!

This void
This place
This THING
Has torn me into two pieces
A piece of me that is intrigued, and captivated
and a piece that is scared, and frustrated

How can I explain such mystery?
surely it can't be missed, but it's not as easy to understand.

It comes in many forms and it goes like it will never leave!

Surely, it has left me in some kind of disarray
but as I find myself
falling deeper, and deeper into it
I couldn't feel more alive,
and different.
(in a good way, i think)

But it's a unnatural fall
like the world has turned upside down.
Like I'm falling deeper into the clouds
rather than falling deeper into the ground.

It almost seems surreal
but it's not.

I may sound crazy...
but really...
I am crazy.

I'm crazy because I've found this thing
that's finally getting me to run
I'm crazy because I know it might end up a hard fall
but who knows?
it might be otherwise.
Careless actions and careless words
Break
The very threads that I keep trying to mend and
You're moving at a faster rate
Than I can fix
Please think before you say or do. We're breaking apart.
Out of body, out of touch
If I feel at all, then I feel too much
This poem is as shallow as my grave

But I'm still digging

If I want a God then I'll misbehave
If I want to be sad then I'll entertain
Just because I'm found
doesn't mean I'm around
Just because I'm growing up
Doesn't mean I can't be down

I'm sorry, mom and dad,
but if I want to be happy then I'll have to be sad
I'll write until my fingers bleed
Until my words are the blood that the readers need
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