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Red Dec 2012
the worst part is when im sitting there
in bed
barely awake, everything a daze

the dreams feel real then,
I can feel your hands,
your lips.

My heart is full and the gap is non existent
and then I **** awake

and I cry because it isn't real.
Red Nov 2012
I never knew that pain could develop like that
You're just a person
Made of flesh
Bones
Blood
Muscle

Like everyone else

But your arrangement is perfect
Your contours
Bumps
Bruises
Scars

Flow perfectly

So that why this hurt developed so quickly

Because love is a sinister, deceitful thing.
Red Nov 2012
I try so so hard
I sit there and think of you
I take it
This heart and hurt it
I throw it at you

It is yours!
You never need to ask
Nor plead
Just look at me

Gaze at me with those beautiful eyes
So dark yet so bright

I don't care about the image
Or the words

Just please let me be your everything

It hurts too much
Red Nov 2012
It's back.

For a second.
Minute.
Hour.
Day.

Who really ******* knows?

But there it is in my stomach
Knees
Heart
Eyes

Waiting again and again and again.

I don't want you to come back
It will restart.
Again
Again
Again

It hurts too much


Please


Please


Please


Stop.
Red Oct 2012
I knew. I just knew.

I would be back into your arms
You've been in my mind since we kissed
Your everything engulfs my dreams
It wakes Me up with feeling

I'm so happy
I can't wait to be with you
Your tattoo will look fantastic
You're what I want

The tall gangly limbs are perfect
Your smile
Squinty eyes
It all warms my heart

Now my throat won't close when I see you
Everything is going to be okay
It's going to be okay
All okay
Okay
Red Oct 2012
You made it official.

Gave up.

I guess I don't blame you.

Because i know.
I'm right there with you.
Through the pain,
Agony,
Desire,
Hurt.

But I'm in Wisconsin.

Where we belong.
Red Oct 2012
These vans on my feet are *****.
Dripped on by the blood of a won basketball game.
Dirt covered from the many mosh pits.
Torn on from my longboard grip.
Rubber grey from long walks.
Bled through tie die from lots of running
Brown stains from standing in the woods
Broken eyelets from a forgotten drunk night.
Missing shoelace caught in a bicycle wheel.

Only to be replaced.
Just like my love.
Like my summer.
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