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AM Dec 2013
Open present
Smile appreciatively
Repeat
We're disgusting
Spoiled
Wretches
We receive gift upon meaningless
Gift
Every **** holiday
And every **** birthday
We write lists
Put in requests
And throw fits if
We do not get
Exactly
What we want
We are spoiled wretches
Greedy animals
We take without a
Second thought
With smiles
Of polite appreciation
Plastered upon our
Ungrateful faces
AM Dec 2013
you
I would write you novels
talk until my mouth is dry
my throat is sore
and I have used up every word
in existence
Spanish, English, French
I'd use them all
so you could know how amazing
you are
and how my heart aches for you

I yearn for you always
AM Dec 2013
words thick with liquor
and thoughts drowned by *****
my sober thoughts are at bay
I silence my insecurities
with another shot of ***

all I want to do is hold you
ask you to be mine
beg you to let me be yours
stroke your face gently as you sleep

I want to treat you as you should be treated
be there to hold your hand
every time sorrow flickers through your
troubled mind

I want to tell you all this
I want you to know
how lovely you are
but no amount of *** will give me
the courage
AM Dec 2013
we met 35000 feet above the earth,
and everything was perfect up there.
the world couldn't touch us, and our lives were put on hold.
we had three hours together, with the world far below us,
but it felt like only a moment.
we fell into each other as the plane descended,
and with the pressure of the cabin,
our lives began to again weigh heavily upon us.
we cannot be together
as we wander here upon the earth's surface,
for we wander in different directions.
I long to return to that place
35000 feet above the earth
where I could have you, and nothing else mattered.
AM Dec 2013
It feels as if I've been  lost in this flea market for years
Skimming over every item, dismissing each and every one for their slight imperfections
Once I happened upon a lovely little stool
It was quaint and simple and as I sat upon it I felt I must have it
I finally had my brilliant find, my wonderful little flea market triumph
But it wobbled under my weight I noticed a scratch on the surface
So I let out a sigh as lifted myself off the imperfect beauty, and I continued my search
It is only now that I have found it,
My perfect bargain item!
A porcelain figure so beautiful I can't imagine why it hasn't been snatched up
It seems to be glowing
Beckoning me to join it in its glass enclosure
I approach the wrinkled fellow who sits beside the case and inquire of the price
For that little figure whose beckoning has become impossible to ignore
He flashes a nearly toothless grin and bids me come closer with a trembling wrinkled finger
He smells of cigars and moth ***** and he rasps
"You know, young lady, the most beautiful of things are the hardest to hold on to
and the quickest to be lost."
He gestures to the glass enclosure where my figure
My perfect porcelain figure
Sits no more
AM Dec 2013
I will hold your hand until it's black and blue
With the steady pressure of my terrified grip
That I know you will cease to tolerate some day soon
And you will go
And I understand why
For I've become skilled at the art of pushing away the ones I need most
And when I held your hand for the first time and found myself applying that steady pressure
With a strength I never had before
I knew that I needed you
Needed you like nothing else
I can't ask you not to leave as I stand here holding open the door
But I'm pleading with you to alleviate my fears and calm my terrified grip
Soothe me with those words I need to hear
And don't let me push you out that door
AM Nov 2013
I was told
A good cry
Would make me feel
Much better
But I worry
Those tears were all
I had
left
Because now
I just feel
Empty
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