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 Mar 2014 Yasu Nemo
Samridhi
she sits there completely alone,
for hours-
she waits for the phone.
memories of them crash through her head
along with all those cruel things they said.
secrets, gossips and time spent together
meant nothing, now or forever.
best friends since kindergarden,
now it all seemed like a great burden.
nowhere to go without her,
nothing done without her,
she's incomplete without her.
loneliness fills up the air,
as she wishes for her to be there.
the world around her turns upside down,
and she feels like a vegetable left to rot.
the closest friends of mine she thinks,
have gone forever in just a blink.
years pass by- but, she still hasn't moved on,
she's still the girl sitting by herself all *alone.
something i wrote back in the beginning of 7th grade,
now I'm almost done with high school.
hell of a tough time.
no changes have been made since  i first wrote it .
 Mar 2014 Yasu Nemo
Samridhi
'M'ine.
 Mar 2014 Yasu Nemo
Samridhi
3rd of July 2010
how I would love to live that day again.

you were there but so was he.
you were special but so was he.

"lets take a cab", he said.
"No, we'd rather walk instead."
they went and we walked
down the staircase of the mall,
your hands perfectly planted on my hips,
like they were always meant to be.

my heart skipped a beat with every step we took,
the whole thing felt like a Nicholas Sparks book.

then you said those three words,
i had been waiting for.
and you became a part of me.
and me a part of you.

now almost fours years later,
the thing between us has just grown greater.
and with every kiss and every hug,
you still make me fall more in *love.
This one's for you Mij <3
though I have no idea how to put in words how i'm feeling.
 Feb 2014 Yasu Nemo
winter
danger
 Feb 2014 Yasu Nemo
winter
I bought a knife once
and you said it made me dangerous

I was only tired of getting pricked
by the thorns on roses I had found for you
 Feb 2014 Yasu Nemo
Yazi
sry
 Feb 2014 Yasu Nemo
Yazi
sry
I have arms made of china that break whenever you let go
I am an alignment of stars that you seem to disregard for the moon
I hold ownership of waterfalls for eyes
I have a body made of one-hundred sheets of college ruled notebook paper that kids like me used to make scrapbooks out of
I am a collection of bruises holding up photos of a Father's fist,
My hands were only made to hold those who feel empty when not holding a glass of wine
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