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It's funny when I hear such a common name in passing I now think of you Instead of “oh, the brother of a friend” or “someone that I used to have class with” just hearing it touches the memories that we’ve created. sparks that remember the movements of your Hands On my Body Your Lips on the closest part of my Forehead that you can get to Kissing lightly while I sink into the warmth On my Cheek Spreading To my Neck one by one To my Shoulder each mark that you make Down my Back light Lips on Bare Skin all the while you’re still holding Me Keeping Me grounded your hands , your lips, cre

You were too tired. I took all of your time. All of your resources. So when The clock stopped You didn’t notice And I was Too scattered to care.

your hands are those that surrounds us in safety your voice is the guide to get us back home your arms are a nest that encloses the warmth between us and your eyes are those that burrow seeking truth while my hands are not the same my voice turns into the forgotten whispers swept by those that surround us my arms are shields and my eyes my eyes are empty, endless, dark, and dull.

All I wanted from someone was a hand hold a gentle touch to the shoulder a warm and inviting hug when I felt alone All I wanted from someone was A quiet voice And A loaned ear But sometimes I wish for more things than I am worth.            

You speak words of sadness to the person that you love so much. While I stand here wondering if maybe I was just an insignificant person a part of your life briefly living in a false happiness that you created to help you pass the time that was a L u l l in trying to Figure her out. And there is me. Wondering that maybe I am not worthy of being able to say that I ever had a place In your heart. Wondering like a fool If I ever meant anything more to you Than a girl who happened to just be There. In between I am an In between girl.

I want to be able to say to you    Hello, how are you? I want to be able to say to you what  I’ve been feeling    I think I feel, as if, if you    left my life without having the    experience of being called yours    I would be missing something in my    life that I could never have again.    I want to be able to    say that I am yours. more and more more and more Can you feel the differences in my touch Can you hear the differences in my voice Can you see the differences in my smile my apprehensive looks    When you’re around? does it affect you more and more?    When we talk? More and more.    When we to

We’re both in this perpetual place where we believe that if we ignore the problem it’ll go away and I want to change that. I want to be the one to cause major changes not only in my life but the lives of others as well. I want to be able to care enough about you to change this. I want to believe that you want to do the same for me as well. I hate not being able to say the things that I want to because I’m afraid of hurting you. I want to be in a place where I enjoy your company as much as you would mine. I want to be able to allow you into my safe hold. But something stops me. You can’t force someone to care and unders

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