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you say that I am beautiful
you want to spend every living day with me
you want to cuddle up next to me
you want to make love with me
you want to watch and show me your world
you want to listen to music with me
you want me to breath on you
you want to dance like silly kids
you want to hold my hand like lovers
you want to me to stay and not leave
you want all these things from me and you haven't even asked me I what I want from you.
I am a bucket filled with pain,
so will you pour me out and wash me clean.
I will never be the same man,
the one you want me to be.
I would say to run,
while you still have everything you need.
I have no imagination tonight,
but the thought of you never goes away.

You fly away so high,
as I lay here in the dust.
You cannot count the clock as it chimes,
but I swear time stopped.
You wish upon a star far far away,
while I chose the moon.
You went to bed already,
just knowing this I battle insomnia.

So here I am
**Lost and never found
A poem doesn't need to rhyme.
There needs to be inspiration and dedicated time to each line with sincere thought. Just like most of my poems, this one shows a lot of scary emotion and I do not know how I feel after writing at 3:15AM.
Nobody tells you
it is okay to call yourself beautiful
it is okay to smile at mirrors
and it is perfectly fine
to say your own eyes are pretty

it is wonderful to love your waist
and your legs
regardless of their size
and you are not conceited
if you use your fingers to list
everything you’re good at
rather than point
at all your own flaws

you can acknowledge you’re smart
and that you will go places
and you will be someone
greater than your mistakes

you can’t always expect
other people to believe in yourself
for you
 Feb 2015 Melisha Landreth
JT
Who am i left to dream with
At nights when i can’t sleep
I half expect to see your face next to mine
but its not there when i turn over
And how am i supposed to dream of sweet things
when every touch,
every kiss
every breath
Is poisoned with tiny visions of you
There is no goodness left in this world
How can i sing
when every tune makes me weep
with memory of you
music, which once brought me
the purest and most splendid joy
now turns sour in my head,
for i cannot smile and think of you
And why did you run
How did i make it so simple
for you to fly through my heart
...you always hated flying
but how easy this trip must have been
You came and stayed a while
but for a moment,
I thought i saw something
linger in your eye
and then it was gone before i even knew what it was
I was nothing to you
I was never anything to you
And i know now
that ill only ever hold you in my dreams
Seeing you made me
suffocate
and it scared me
how badly
I wanted
to
stop
breathing.

-*m.m
Is loving the best kind or worst kind of torture?
you don't love me
but i can pretend
in time, we'll finally see
even the deepest scars can mend
stupid
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