The last breathe of air escaped her sunset lips
The colors travel to her pale fingertips
And she sighs because her faded eyes will never get to see the bright orange skies
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"I love you" she sighs, her strawberry cheeks burning, with hatred in her eyes
"Fuck you" he replies
"I miss you" he cries, with a look of lust in his eyes
His words linger on his lips while he stares at her thighs
"I miss you too," she hides, a look of fear in her eyes
She didn't miss him, she wished his demise
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I always get asked, sunrises or sunsets? I'm not an early bird by any means but the feeling of waking up with the one you love to a gorgeous orange sky, or watching the sun appear over the horizon while sitting on the roof of a house after a long night of getting Fucked up with your friends, it's an inexplainable feeling.
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No one tells you about that one boy from the summer of 9th grade
And the way his hands felt in your hair, and how he left you out of the blue
The way you fall in love so quickly with people who put their hands on their hips and sigh the way he did, or the way you can't leave your lovers side because you're afraid that they too, will leave out of the blue
No one tells you about how the longer the hug, the more important you feel
Or the way you kiss their lips and stars seem to shine in the sky
And you're happy
The giant smile on your face at the crack of dawn when you receive that one text from the friend you had lost three months earlier, who came to you because she was feeling down, and she missed you
Even though you swore you would never talk to her again, words leave your lips like leaves fall off trees in autumn
And you're happy
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As children we are offered candy and toys
In exchange for good behavior
To keep quiet and sit still
And as we grow older
We are offered
Roses and jewelry
In exchange for our silence
And our bodies
Words and gifts
In exchange for our integrity
And self worth
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Poetry
PoetryA collection of my thoughts. Maybe you can read them and feel as if they are yours too, or maybe you'll read them and think what the fuck. Either or, enjoy.
