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atlantic.
you smell like cigarettes and musk, and when i close my eyes, i imagine your waters are not quite so cold, and that the gun-metal gray clouds above your head do not reflect your thoughts. your fingers rush towards my ankles, trying to pull me in, and then you are shoving me away, running back to your sea bed, which, i don't believe, will ever completely hold you.
pacific.
you are turqouise waters, with simple, colorful thoughts swimming in your head like tropical fish. the clear blue sky above is a backdrop to the birds flitting above your soft waves like your eyes over my face. your waters do not toss and turn like the sleepless bereaved; instead, they are comforting, cradling like a young mother.
atlantic.
you bash against everything; the ships, the docks, throwing yourself into the buildings with their windows shut against your furies. i am still standing at your shores, awaiting the day you will stop trying to tear me from the face of the earth. i am here, listening to your screams, watching your hands claw at the sands, and i will not leave until you shrink back into your sea bed, leaving me to pick up the pieces of the ruined ships.
pacific.
you slide easily up and down the beach, luxuriously running your fingers through the sand like a comb, searching for shells and little bits of truth. you do not scream, you do not hurl things; you swirl lazily in the bay, sweet as sugared fruit in paradise. you are a break, a vacation. you are not permanant but sometimes i wish you were.
you smell like cigarettes and musk, and when i close my eyes, i imagine your waters are not quite so cold, and that the gun-metal gray clouds above your head do not reflect your thoughts. your fingers rush towards my ankles, trying to pull me in, and then you are shoving me away, running back to your sea bed, which, i don't believe, will ever completely hold you.
pacific.
you are turqouise waters, with simple, colorful thoughts swimming in your head like tropical fish. the clear blue sky above is a backdrop to the birds flitting above your soft waves like your eyes over my face. your waters do not toss and turn like the sleepless bereaved; instead, they are comforting, cradling like a young mother.
atlantic.
you bash against everything; the ships, the docks, throwing yourself into the buildings with their windows shut against your furies. i am still standing at your shores, awaiting the day you will stop trying to tear me from the face of the earth. i am here, listening to your screams, watching your hands claw at the sands, and i will not leave until you shrink back into your sea bed, leaving me to pick up the pieces of the ruined ships.
pacific.
you slide easily up and down the beach, luxuriously running your fingers through the sand like a comb, searching for shells and little bits of truth. you do not scream, you do not hurl things; you swirl lazily in the bay, sweet as sugared fruit in paradise. you are a break, a vacation. you are not permanant but sometimes i wish you were.
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let the sky be lost.
you and i,
we're not cut-outs from a story-book.
not misshaped and deformed pieces
of a broken star, unable to burst into
a supernova.
you're just the truth.
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'i'm not telling you i love you
if i don't mean it. i hate when people
do that. they don't know what it
means.'
'so you won't say it?'
'no, i won't. not yet. not until i do.'
'that's good,' i smile a bit.
'something wrong?'
'not really.'
'no, you don't get it.'
'i don't think i do.'
'telling someone you love them when you
don't is like going to a tea party dressed
up in a ball gown: overdoing it. and nobody
cares. only the person in the gown cares.
all it does is
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Further Away
She walks away from me,
And I don't know how it makes me feel
It seems to be slipping away,
And I don't know if was even real
My mind screams stay!
But part of me wouldn't have it any other way
It's like they always say:
One step closer,
Another step further away
She walks on water to me...
Wherever she is ...is where I want to be
It gets harder to take each day,
She walks away from all the promises I make
I hear myself scream.....
Don't you walk away from me!
But like a vision that I sense,
She disappears into the mist
To have her by my side,
Is the one thing I've always prayed
But every time I get near her,
She just seem
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what we didn't want came true
it was you against me and me against the wall
pushing and shoving into me, forcing apart my legs
i felt my hips dig into yours and my head hit the flat surface
i screamed and screamed and screamed but nothing happened except
the touch of your lips against my skin, and under it the breaking of my brittle bones
you clasped your hands around my throat and held tight
the air began to close off, and my lungs felt weak
tears appeared and bruises started to swell all over my body
"stop" i plead, but you just laughed
and unbuttoned my blouse.
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it were days like today where i felt
used, broken and too fucked up
to even glance at my
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idk. there are two men and they are so different, and i cannot figure out what my heart is saying.
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my god. if i could think of an incredible enough way to explain how this reaches for me, i promise i would tell you it over and over.