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Zephyr Jun 2013
Every friend comes as a great person,
we all have our quirks, but that's what makes us unique.

But then the longer I know them,
they start to develop the worst of qualities

Extreme annoyance,
Depression to the point of suicide,
Strangely mean for no reason.

Is it something I did?
Or were they always like that
And I just brought the bad out?

Maybe this is why I don't like people
As hard as I try to see the good,
there's always a ton of bad.
Zephyr Jun 2013
Letters I never meant to send
Words I never wanted to take to heart.

A love a never wanted to take part in.
Zephyr Jun 2013
You lay beside me calmly through the night,
I love watching your beautiful face so peaceful.
But suddenly you start breathing heavily, loudly
Sweat starts to drip on the sheets and your face is tense.

I can do nothing but hold your hand as it grabs on mine for dear life.
I know these nightmares are from your past you claim to forget,
a time that scarred you for life, that tortures you in the twilight.

I hope someday you tell me of these dreams and your past
so we can have a full understanding and I can help you,
I need to help you past this so you don't have to agonize in the night.
Because I love you too much to sit by and do nothing
This started off as a poem about my cat who has breathing problems and just kind of evolved! Oops!
Zephyr Jun 2013
Heart break :

It requires a strength that cannot be found from hundreds of trips to the gym.
Oh, if only it was that easy
Zephyr May 2013
When I hold your hand I want to shiver from the comforting warmth
When you trace my face, universes collide in harmony
As we dance, our fingers feel the kind of burning from frozen feet immersed in hot water
Zephyr May 2013
I'm getting used to limited oxygen by now

although sometimes my chest tightens up

and I feel an extreme impulse to break out of this glass

Then I remember how many times I've tried

and slump down in defeat knowing


*I'll never get out of here
Zephyr May 2013
You are sitting right here next to me

and you don't even suspect that it's not me that's talking.
Literal and as in writing poetry
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