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George Anthony May 2017
you show me yours, i'll show you mine
feels like we travelled back in time
but these private parts, just journal lines
and far more delicate than our young minds

what is this unspoken play
does speaking make it fade away?
are we spilling secrets, will you stay
or am i projecting, hoping you feel the same?

did i read this wrong
or was i right all along?
maybe i'm coming on too strong,
as desperate as the day is long

if i love you and you love me too
then what could telling each other do?
i promise i don't want anything from you
nothing but the honest truth
this is awful but oh well
  May 2017 George Anthony
kaycog
damp hair hits goose bump shoulders
perched in the middle
crossed leg sitting
two comforters can't keep company
rain lost to headphones
rest's reign in protest
lulls of forbidden silence
bare skin bears reality
fighting secret demons in the dark
achy joints weighed down
on a queen sized mattress  
gravity has more pull than sleep
is it lightning or digital clocks that
strobe white flashes?
  May 2017 George Anthony
Marissa
The thought of you crossed my mind again today
For the first time, it didn't bring a smile
It brought chaos to my head
Sending my emotions into overdrive
What if I actually love you?
I'm not afraid of love
Just scared you don't feel the same
Isn't that the most terrifying possibility of all?
To love but never be loved in return
Like watching someone else's back
Before a dagger goes straight through yours
George Anthony May 2017
time to say goodbye, they say
ten years and counting—
eleven after May

you never get over the loved ones you lose
the pain just fades a little,
like the bump leaving the bruise

you're a scar on my broken heart,
permanent and painful
but i love you like art

time to say goodbye, they said
nearly eleven years
nana, why'd you have to be dead?

they told me to move on so gouge out my eyes,
I'm tired of being subjected
to seeing a world where you're not alive
Yours was the first and last funeral I cried at.
George Anthony May 2017
the birds are whistling
twittering their tranquil
morning song,

it's 4 AM and i am imagining us
sitting on the forest floor of Trentham
with sunbeams bathing us
from between the trees

i feel at peace when i
hold a piece of you inside my mind;

nature's soundtrack lulls me
and my only wish
is that you'd be here
to listen with me.

darling, you're so beautiful
like the sunrise
creeping through the leaves

the light that brings an end to
the darkness, and
fights off the cold
with its gentle warmth,

and you give me life
the way water nourishes plants;
i feel like i can blossom when i'm with you

you're so incredible,
so genuinely unforgettable
just holding your hand

would mend broken pieces of my soul.
beautiful being
how'd you get so lost?

i'll give everything i've got
to lead you back home.
you're not alone.
I hear the birds and suddenly I'm almost in tears. I don't know why I'm so emotional lately. But I hear them sing and think of you, and I feel like I might be falling in love. I'm sorry.
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