many are the words,
I wish to hear them from you.
the feeling of a being a priority
as I make you mine.
someone who can not be replaced.
taking care of me,
as I take care of you.
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priority
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history
I see so much with you
and all the things I know we could be.
but, you see,
when it is dark out
the thoughts of history repeating itself
haunt my soul.
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fortitude
I often fear,
waking up in 30 years and
wondering what was it all for?
maybe that is why
I purposely make
myself feel pain,
the reality of the now
strengthening the mental fortitude
because after all,
“that is the risk you took”.
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should it be?
my soul calling for yours
like a breeze on a warm summer night.
when I hear your hello,
the world pauses.
nothing else matters, but you.
until next time,
I’ll just wait on the line.
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your voice
a natural drug,
a magical antidote to my struggles,
a light to my darkness,
a feeling of calmness,
a symphony only you can compose…
it’s your voice, it’s you.
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100th
documenting my thoughts.
the feelings that shape
my present moment.
a small fraction,
as oftentimes countless
are the thoughts
that occupy my mind.
learning to share
the parts of me
I’ve kept hidden
from everyone,
including myself.
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stare
I stare at you
because when I do,
the world stops.
the worries of today and tomorrow
no longer relevant.
the noise in my head
no longer a deafening sound.
in a place where it is just you and
no one else.
nothing else.
when you are not around,
the world resumes.
I can survive, of course,
but I do not like it.
I just walk around until
I see you again
and maybe then
the world can stop once more.
my happy place.
I love it when it stops
a feeling, I have grown addicted to
and can not seem to do without.
and that, my dear,
is why I stare at you…
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understand
it is within the bad times
we understand what really matters.
the treacherous pain,
now finding its purpose.
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puzzle
my hands,
meant to touch your body.
you don’t move at my unexpected touch,
it’s as if your body knew what was coming.
like a missing puzzle piece finding its match.