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j Apr 2013
tossing and turning
in the deepest hours
of the longest
nights

dreams that can never
come true forever
filling her fragile
mind

clogging up her
restless mind with
false hope and
sadness

clinging onto delusions
that will never be fulfilled
because it's all she has
now

she hangs onto a
promised land that
will simply never
exist

why? because those
desires are the only thing
that can make her
happy
j Apr 2013
Knocking down the walls
of conventional beauty
is something you are very
very skilled at

Your crooked teeth
and awkward smile,
your bellowing chuckle
and tired eyes

Those long eyelashes
and that alluring voice,
messy brown hair
and deep blue eyes

Insanely enticing in
your own way
that I can't even
begin to explain
j Apr 2013
Sitting
Drowning oneself in ***** and ****
To douse the flames
Of a scarred and broken
Burning heart
Never really was the best way
To help mend a tattered heart but
I'll take what I can
Because it's seemingly just
As dangerous to fall in love
And **** up your heart
With provisional love
As it is to **** up your liver
With temporary happiness
All the same thing
Really
j Apr 2013
i want to fall asleep to the calming melody of your breathing,
i want you to whisper things to me in your deep slumber,
things that you would never say
had you been wide awake,
i want to hear you tell me about all the hidden things
stuck in your mind just waiting to escape
i want you to have some semi conscious trust
to sleepily know that you are telling me these things
and not to be afraid by that, but comforted
by the fact that i'm here and listening
i want you to tell me that you love me
and then as sunrise comes
i want you to awaken me with a kiss
tell me your mind, although slightly drowsy,
is only expressing the simple truths that
the daylight hours find daunting to tell another soul
tell me your heart is consumed by me
and you want me forever
because i want you forever
j Apr 2013
right now, i really would like to just disappear
run far far away, to an abandoned village
or a deserted town or
a forest in the middle of nowhere

i want to get out, and see a place
where there are no maps
or directions, or ways to act
and people to be

to escape to a world, where i can be carefree
and let all of my worries abandon me
let go of my sadness in a flowing stream
and finally see what it means to be me

no way in which i must act and pretend
not a reason to be fake or something that
i simply cannot ever believe
no inhibitions or falseness

just a broken mind and a hollow heart
roaming in a place that they can finally
surrender and abandon a convincing façade
so convincing that they almost believe it themselves

finally finding oneself in their purest form
is something i can only ever dream of
because i am made up of so many things
and so many people it just seems impossible

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