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I haven't seen you in awhile my dear
And now there's something I've come to fear
That I don't remember the smell of your hair
But at least I'd recognize that smile anywhere
And I might not remember the taste of your lips
But I still want my arms around your hips
But your laugh, now that is unforgettable
And every moment we're together, is un-regrettable
Oh I miss you with every fibre of my being
And I'm jealous of those friends, whom you keep on seeing.
I don’t know you yet.
But I know you’re out there.
I don’t know if you have blue eyes or green eyes or brown eyes.
I don’t know if you’re tan or pale
Or if you look like Christian Bale.
I don’t know if you’re short or tall.
But I know you’re out there.
I don’t know if you can swim or ride a bike
Nor the ice cream flavor you like.
I don’t know what your favorite color is
Or if your name is Chris.
I don’t know if you hate math like I do or if you have seen Toy Story 2.
I don’t know if you like to read; I hope you do.
But I know you’re out there.
There are many things I don’t know about you,
But some things I do know.
I know God made you for me.
I know that your smile will make my heart flutter
And my legs melt like butter.
I know I’m gonna love you with all my heart.
I know you’re gonna love me too, yes I do.
I know the day you kiss me, my head will be spinning
And you’ll have to hold me, ’cause I might be fainting.
And one day I’ll know
If you’re tan or pale
And if you look like Christian Bale.
I’ll know if you like ice cream
And if your favorite color’s blue.
I’ll know if you have seen Toy Story 2,
And if you haven’t, we’ll watch it together,
Because I haven’t seen it either, to tell you the truth.
I’ll know if you like math and if you like to read
And I’ll know all of this because
I know you’re out there.
 Apr 2014 Katie Nicole
Legion
When you see her cry
     you get a rag,
a gentle delicate cloth.
                                        Lovingly grasp her hand
                                               and dab its tip;
                                       dry each tear as they come.
                                                           ­                               And ask each drop
                                                            ­                                   why it'd leave
                                                           ­                               such beautiful eyes.

  If she wishes
to be in the sky,
  tell her to go.
                              Take the sun ransom,
                              and replace its shining
                                    with her own.
                                                            ­          So you can see her every morning
                                                         ­                          and wish for her
                                                                ­                  return each night.

When you see her scars
  both visible and non-
    touch each gently.
                                             And remind her
                                       that each and every hurt
                                            she has survived,
                                                       ­                                 has only made her
                                                                ­                   that much more unique;
                                                         ­                              that much stronger.

  Show her that she
  is a special person
and is worthy of love.
                                     That she deserves the love
                                            she fears to give...
                                            show her so that
                                                            ­                     one day after you're gone
                                                            ­                      she can find the strength
                                                                ­                    to go on without you.

    Tell her that while
she might not be a goddess
far above worldly desires,
                                          that she is amazing,
                                         for just being herself
                                    for being that beautiful girl
                                                            ­                   who thinks herself damaged
                                                         ­                         when in truth she's just
                                                            ­                    a different kind of beautiful.

   And finally, love her.
  Like a boy loves a girl
Till she finally remembers
                                            that that's what she is:
                                          not a scar, not a goddess,
                                             not a star. But a girl.
                                                           ­                         That deserves to be loved.
 Apr 2014 Katie Nicole
Yoni Sav
How many times
can you stab a heart
before it tears apart?
 Apr 2014 Katie Nicole
Lane
In the fast world of today,
where you're pressured to go out and do,
I find, that my favorite days,
are filled with just laying in the grass.

The peaceful experience
tends to slow down time,
and I appreciate the little things
that much more.
 Apr 2014 Katie Nicole
Yoni Sav
So I told her
That I love her

And she told me
that she doesn't know
how she feels about it
but she does enjoy

our conversations
our talks late into the night
our small openings into
each others minds

and that was enough for me
to keep me
happy(?)
EBN you are... something...
 Apr 2014 Katie Nicole
Lane
Five years ago
I knew an 8th grader
who felt ashamed for who he was
who felt constantly out of place
who tossed and turned at night
     with deep enough despairs
     with ideas of throwing it all away
     with plans for those actions
     with no dreams, and only one long nightmare

Three years ago
I knew a sophomore
who finally just started to accept it
who reached out and tried
who thought everyone felt the same
     with only blank stares for replies
     with only confused "friends"
     with no family backing
     with no true "inner circle"

Last year
I knew a senior
who carried the burden alone
who perfected his mask
who finally learned how to hide
     with perceived success
     with sarcasm and quick jokes
     with pushing everyone away
     with justified fear of opening up

This year
I know a college freshmen
who is struggling for acceptance of himself
who brags of the physical scars
who is afraid to reveal the deeper ones
     with walls as big as he could muster
     with iron bars to conceal what is beneath
     with pandora's box within
     with that same scared kid locked inside.

— The End —