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                   a   My
                   i                                          Well two bad,
                   n   Portrait                         I'm not real,
                   t                                           I am a Chemical
                                                        ­                    a
                                           ­                                 o        Fee(l) you seem
                                                            ­                t         To like to Get
                                                             ­               i                           o  
                                                                ­            c                          ThoUght
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im nobody who is you im a piece of glass in the ocean an unexpected regret you didnt want but now you have im the kind of thing you get in a goodie bag from a party you didnt want to go to but you still did an embodiment of every reason you doubt yourself on a daily basses im the one whom sits behind the screen not watching but watchin you thats the scary part of me that you arent quite ready to leave because who will watch you if im gone

I count my steps
So I won’t bleed out
And so you won’t start to hate me

I count them
So the world will stop
And all that’s left is me

I count them
Because I breath in colors
But colors don’t know how to speak

I count my steps
Because it’s not quite as lonely
When colors are walking beside me

I count them
Like it's the only thing
That's ever been important to me

I count them
As if it'll shield their eyes
24 hours 7 days a week

"I oddly miss you",
words
slipped off her
tongue
like a waterslide  


That's when the heart
goes
"*** did I just feel?"

Love will write poems,
Long cold fall, poet days.
Remember publisher?
Find things, turn music,
Work years, empty morning, keep winter Christmas light(s).
Poets' song told,
Tonight, bed black walk(s) poetry.
Sea winds missing,
Men hurt, dark hold, coming hand(s).
Someday stopped walking, "Friends mind Mexico,"
Listen, staring, wonder, wait.
Silent waves, "Guess sad friend," asked Boy,
"Sand Lake."
"Save ocean sing?"
"Sing, slip, wishing diamonds shine! Silver Green tells, "Care   forever, pretty face."
Alas wind fingers,
Salty message!
Memories spite,
"Learn, Angel, young children fade."

Single sentences happen.

I f I c o u l d c a p t u r e
A l l o f y o u r b e a u t y
A n d f r e e z e i t i n t i m e
I c o u l d b e h a p p y
F o r e v e r

S  m    D   y     h     S   n        i   l      h   n     O     M
  o   e     a      T   e     u      W   l     S    i    e      n       e

I save humans
                in my collection
book of memories
                history of affection

I pick them out
                like fancy chocolates, carefully
I like the weird ones
                who will hop into my book, shyly

the humans I collect
                true one of a kind-collectibles
been found and loved before
                but not on pages quite so delectable

“You’re weird,” you say with a grin so wide,  
“That’s what I like about you,” you say with pride.  

“I like that you’re weird,” you repeat,
Your laughter bubbling, soft and sweet.

"I’m normal, right?" you ask with a glance,  
I tilt my head, caught in a trance.  

"I like normal," I softly reply,
We both end up shocked, flustered and shy