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From the time I was a little girl,
they warned me about
drugs and addiction,
but they forgot to warn me about one specific drug.
The drug that courses through my veins,
***** with my mentality,
seizes my life,
and leaves me feeling momentarily
fulfilled,
and undeniably
empty.
The drug that is your smile,
your touch,
you as a whole,
as a human being that is transformed into this chemical
that I inject into my bloodstream.
They should have warned me about that drug.
That addiction.
Whoever decided how poetry is written?
What lines have to rhyme?
How many syllables are necessary?
Epic, sonnet, eulogy, haiku..
Who the hell cares any who?
How about we just do what we do?
We paint the picture of love
The picture of death
Or even the painting of how butterflies don't see their own beauty
Whatever wonder, way, or hope
If you have passion,
Your poetry is enough for me.
You are in my thoughts and in my dreams. You are part of my ideas and the decisions I make. You are so inside me that you are naturally in the steps I take. You are far away but I can feel you, soulmate.
I
dream
of
you
my
darling.
Can't stop thinking of you...
i need you please
dont leave me stay with me
your all i need
this is not love its clear to see
but please stay with me
you mean everything to me
you have no idea how much you mean to me
please stay with me
trying to run away from you is like trying to forget where i live when i have to go back each night
I'll write you a letter
Full of beautifully twisted words
You'll think it's with love
But really it's just hurt

I'll leave no word unspoken
Not a single pain to spare
Because really I'm quite broken
Not like you'd care

I hope my words hurt you
Like tiny sharp knives
Leaving you empty
Consuming you live

Maybe then you'll see
All the pain you've caused
I'll write you a letter
And **** you with words
If only he knew how much I wanted---
To be beside him.
To look intently in his eyes,
until all the words left unspoken inside my heart metamorphose into million tears.
So that he'll know how much I wanted---
To be
The girl he wishes to care for
The lady he prays to marry someday
And the woman he will love to cherish, to dream with,
to hold and to adore
someone he'll want to grow old with
Until all the breath we have in us is gone.
So that he'll know how much I wanted---
To be.
But I know this is only me,
who longs for him
to love me.
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