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If I am forced to live my days in grey I will continue to dream in color.

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I need to tell you something that can’t be said with words.

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Steal my light just to blame me for being dark; I am the night.

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The Touch of Music

Heart pounds in sync to the beat of the drum, Swimming in the ripples in the air. My face will buzz till my skin goes numb, Clinging to this feeling that we share             When music makes us whole.

It touches more than the surface of my skin, It makes me laugh, it wipes my tears- It buries itself deeper than where it begins. Though I hear the music in my ears,             I feel it in my soul.

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writing is what keeps me alive

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To Be Changed

To allow yourself to be loved is to morph into wet clay,             soft and malleable, quick to shift shape at the lightest touch.

I was a perfectly fine sculpture with bumps and bruises and chips- imperfections that came together to tell my story.

Your touch turned my hardened stone to pliant clay. You flattened my bumps,             sharpened my curves,                         smoothed over my chips. You molded me into the perfect shape, something you could find beautiful.

I became unrecognizable. You compromised the structural integrity of my design. You created bumps of your own and chips to match, until I needed your hands to hold myself up.

When you were done playing with wet clay, you dropped your hands that held my shape, and allowed me collapse in on myself.

Love was convincing, pushed me to morph into what you wanted to see.

To be loved is to be changed, and I hate the way you loved me.

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call me an ocean, drown in my waters

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My soul yearns for all the lives I have yet to live.

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Eclipsed Rings

Your eyes are closed when you take my hand in yours; Somewhere in your mind you know you crave my touch, Like the safety blanket you clutched so closely as a child.

You lace our fingers together like the perfect braid, Sun and moon rings brush softly against each other- An eclipse held between our hands.

The sun dances on your finger, warming both of us- A commentary of what my world revolves around. My heart has been yours- My hands belong to you.

Nothing has felt so soft within my grip before, Like a wave of comfort coating my entire being.

There is comfort in the silence that surrounds us, Light that is found in the blackness of the night; Balance is restored by what is held between my fingers- Touch is gentle, Grip is tight.

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Our sun and moon rings brush softly against each other- An eclipse held between our touch.

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Natural Disaster

I’ve never been good at asking for help.

I don’t want you to go out of your way for me Or feel as though you have to take care of me; I fear it will only bring resentment.

Guilt sits on my chest like an evergrowing mountain; Erosion seems to work inversely for me, The weight persistently increasing internally.

I am a natural disaster. I am a hurricane- A permanently stormy day- The kind of weather you don’t leave your house in.

You try to hand me an umbrella, But my clothes already stick to my skin. My hair drips water droplets, Streams flow down my face. An umbrella is useless- You should know to stay away.

Step back from the lightning, Shield your ears from the scream of the thunder. There is no need for us both to hurt in the storm.

When the weather is too much for me to bear, I will send you a lifeboat with a lifejacket to wear. In it will be a note Scribbled letters of all the things I haven’t said yet.

I would drown in my own tears If it meant you didn’t have to get your feet wet.

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my hands belong to you.

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may your love inspire poetry

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I Want to Tell You I Love You

I want to tell you I love you. All the time. The words live at the tip of my tongue. They drip down my throat and into my lungs, until every breath I release is tinted with the scent of them. They leave remanence in my bloodstream. They flow to my hands and feet, heartbeat only settling when I touch you with the limbs coated in the residue. I want to tell you I love you. I want to shout it from the rooftops and whisper it in the quiet of the night. I want to love you loudly, and quietly, fully, and truly.

I know I love you because it has consumed me and because I feel like I cannot even breathe without the words escaping.