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I’m lying on my side, in bed,
thinking of you.
Spare a thought for me…
But I know you aren’t.

Beat the same tattoo on my skin,
with your invisible caresses, touches;
I’ll never know the patterns and marks are there,
until my fingers start tracing gouges and craters…
I’ll get to think of you every time I touch it,
only making it deeper when you don’t think back to me.
Don’t think about me.
Like I do for you.

I will have my one-sided love affair with your ghost.
Because you left it small and afraid,
in my care,
when you were with me.
As soon as your eyes began to know me.
As soon as your lips got their first prize of many.
It grew to such a true second you.

Because though I may still spare such
thousands of thoughts for you,
I know you removed yourself from thinking about me.
So how about I write this up, and
you can
think of me
now.
For every heartbeat I have left in my body,
I will love you
For every syllable that passes through my lips, I promise you this
I will love you
For every stutter when you leave me speechless,
Every daydream that conjures endless possibilities
For every touch and kiss
I promise you this
I will love you
For every moment shared, every love filled stare, baby I swear
I love you
 Sep 2016 Tim Zac Hollingsworth
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Push me away
I will stray

Pull me closer
I will stay

Lift one finger
I will flutter

Lift all up
I will jump

Everything you want
You just command

I will do all
Even fall

It will make me numb
But don't worry about it
I'm already broken
to begin with

My lips are sealed
My mind is blank

Just pull the string
no matter how thin
You'll see me coming
back to you, *Darling
I beg of you
Show me subtle feeling
And I shall show you the inside of my heart

I beg of you to offer flavour
Placing taste buds on cigarette stained tongue

I beg of you
Remove smokey whiskey blues
Replacing with fresh spring water
As clear as my fear of losing you

I beg of you;
My love
I can still feel his fingers
tap along to the beat,
hand nestled between
where my waist and hip meet;
it’s almost if he is trying
to make music of me.

His touch puts me in tune
and I’m an instrument
but only for his use,
because the way that boy
plays my body
is enough

to leave every inch
of it singing.
There's a girl name, Augusta,

Like the month where the branches are stripped from their leaves but turn an evergreen somewhere else,

There's a girl named, Augusta,

Who wears her heart on her long sleeves and weeps the tears no one should weep,

There's a girl named, Augusta

Who breathes blossoms but her hair is frosted in ice,

There's a girl named Augusta,

She shows the joy of the turquoise seas but feels the wind of the grey sky.

There's a girl named Augusta

And I wish for her to find someone who will thaw the winter that grows in her heart.
Yeah, this is a ****** poem I wrote for my friend who went through a very traumatic experience :/
Love is an acquired taste.
First, it is sprinkled with sugar.
A sweet, tender love
With no complications

Then, it is taken only with cream.
You begin to realize
That love isn’t always sweet.
It’s more bitter than you thought
The constant fear of loss
Is an acquired taste

Eventually, it is taken plain.
You know now
That love is an acquired taste.
It is something you have learned
As you've grown and matured.
It is something that can be terrifying.
It is something that can be painful.

Love is an acquired taste,
But it is still a beautiful thing.
The fear feels right.
It means you care.

The pain feels necessary,
Because only through conflict
Can you find peace.

In the end,
Love is love.
Everyone acquires the taste.
WE TALKED WITH NO SOUND
AND I HELD MY HEART CLOSE
IN HOPES FOR SOME WORDS
I KNEW I WOULDN'T HEAR.

TWELVE FEET CONNECTED
AND TWELVE FEET APART,
I WAS MOTIONLESS
ONLY WISHING I WASN'T.
Here I am far away from home
With a hole in my head and two in my chest.
No thoughts in my mind, I'm void and alone,
And the clock that made my body tick on has finally come to rest.
An entire lifetime of pleasures and pains runs red on the sidewalk near what used to be a somebody to nobody.
Suicide or homicide? You judge.
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