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My frigid fingertips tuck hair behind your ear, grazing against your neck.

Fogging up the windows with my steamed breath.

I am content yet counting the minutes ticking on a clock awaiting a shipwreck.

Watching the lights on a skyline dimming as I am skimming my seasick memories.

I am clasping you’re hand so. I don’t get lost again, it is tasking because my mind is a lethal killing machine,an overthinking monster.

They say all good things come to an end, but baby I am begging you stay, who the fuck is they anyway?

I pray to an absent god that what we have is binding.

“I’ll show you how to really live” spouts out her pursed lips , pours out like a tin canister starting a stream.

Tracing along is mountains of gleam where smiles creep along caverns and the stars coincide bursting with time, leaving a sparkle in her eyes.

She radiates ultraviolet fireworks of melancholy grace that recite the whole ballet on your skin dancing along the guiding goosebumps

She is simply perfect.

She premeditates each step, practices the raise of a handle to be so neat that the fae can sleep soundly.

Her voice is as gentle as the feathers on silk wings.

So elegant many want to pin her up.

Observe through a microscope,magnify in on the slivers of existentialism, pluck out her flaws with tweezers, leave her for dead shivers branding her ego.

She craves perfection so much so she succumbs herself into artificial amber sap, preserving her beauty, Hardening her authenticity.

Beautiful girls don’t cry. Pretty girls don’t whine. Perfect girls live life as A play with the world as a stage.

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How exactly do you identify A fake Friend?

Step one asses the situation at hand,

however it is hard to asses when you’re snapping harsh words coiling around my neck,tie a noose wrapping my loneliness into its knots.

Step two do they reach out to you?

Yes. But only when they’re nails deep in my arm blood pooling at their fingertips, flinging me back.

Step 3 do you watch what you say around them?

Oh honey, I am knee deep in eggshells crackling upon stress, but hey we’re best friends right.

You’re a viper sinking your teeth into me while I deny the bite.

Your heart aching

Bone shaking venom

Speeding in my veins.

I am a marionette to you’re strings of manipulation,

misleading the crowd as I flash a soft smile and pretend the blood coursing is warm and I am alive, none of which is a familiar feel.

Hi this is a poem about me being big gay for my girlfriend

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You, are much too complex too be another paragraph of words messily lain on a page stained with coffee from long nights not another chapter in ones life

you are the calming chaos in a wave gracing a shore with its embrace,

you are the flowers flowing in the wind, petals of your warmth tracing along my arm, resting in a cloud of the blossoms that tumble from a tree during falls eve,

silk kisses rested upon my lips, causing a domino reaction of rose tinted cheeks on each side of a scrunched nose.

I can see the outline of your faint nods of understanding as I lay out every piece of me I am not afraid.

For you are home like the fire crackling while raindrops fall into place and race each other on the window seal.

The reflection of adventure in your eyes glints like the moon placing her angelic face upon a still lake.

That laugh and smile of yours is like freshly woven silk.

The gods and goddesses themselves fall short to your ethereal glance,

you are divine.

You are power.

Fall, holds A alike scent, tickling your nose with them aroma of crunched leaves, hear the crackle beneath your dirty beaten down shoes.

Crackle like the fire that shadows orangish reds painting among the horizon of days end. Dance with the galaxies above forming in ultraviolence.

Knit sleeves flop in this poetic breeze, sway with the trees, they prance with the pattern of fall, trickling their seeds for fall is blooms Eve.

Lightning cracks it’s whip in the disarrayed clouds before a storm, thunder tearing the sky in half, it sobs Luke warm tears pooling at your feet.

Sips of hot cocoa comforting as they slip down, past your tongue burrowing In your belly.

Sweatshirts, long sleeves, crackling leaves, warm drinks, this is what fall means to me.

My voice is Margarine smooth as the words slip off my tongue, sing a melody with their melodramatic movements.

Before I was taught to grow I learned to break.

My throat swelling the walls surrounded closing,It is getting hard to breath,

Inhale,exhale,breathe repeat.

I will smear my soul into every page, let the letters roam upon the stage.

I will write with my tears because maybe if I can muster up enough I can float away.

Build a boat and clash upon the waves.

My words curl into One another, they orchestrate however don’t be mistaken,

They’ll roll chills down your spine,tingling all the way down to your toes.

So before you nag about how my poetry is such a drag I’m marching to the beat of my melancholy tune.

My art falls into all forms;

All beginnings,

All ends,

All pain,

All joy,

I was spoon fed that love and abuse stand alike as they come from the same root of a mangrove tree both falling rotten.

It was from a kinder age I was cradled in a bed of desertion, suffocating under the blanket plastered upon me by hands whom I could never begin to trust. The same hand you flinch upon's embrace.

I was taught as a young girl it's safer inside.

Each cryptic lesson a wall was built, a piece of my youth died. This was a small commission paid to never feel an emotional submission out loud. I will always be in control if I hide.

The hairs on the nape of my neck heighten at your graze.

I do not know wether I'm frightened of you or my feelings that happen to involve you.

All I know is when I'm faced with this obstacle I run to the shadow of my mind, it' doesn't shut up as it nags,

"they'll leave little girl, have I  ever been proved wrong? You destroy everything you touch little girl, Fire festers at your fingertips burning you from the inside out, you are untouchable little girl and the fumes surrounding you are toxic, you are ruined tor the point of  no return weak little girl"