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everything will be okay, through sunburns and broken beams.

People always tell me that I can do anything I put my mind to. They tell me good things, and they are never brutally honest. That's what I liked about you, even when you knew the truth would make violet circles bloom on the cavity above my heart, you were always honest with me.

You, my best friend, nemesis, lover, and sempiternal confidant, it was you who broke me in the end.

I knew you were special the moment I realized I missed you when you weren't with me. I told myself to breathe and that this concise lapse of judgment would go away soon. I-I I never was one to stammer or stutter, but when I thought of missing you, my thoughts just came in incomplete apprehension. I didn't know up or down, these feelings crashed into me like metal screeching and statuesque vocabulary with hidden meanings and secret passageways. I had never felt this before.

You made all those forlorn clich`es come true. I used to sit around and wonder what it'd be like to be held in your star dusted arms and have you look at me like I wasn't invisible. I wasted class time and killed trees in your name. I chip my nail polish when I'm nervous. The black glitter dwindled on my nails every time I was with you. I don't think you even noticed. My nervous habits weren't relevant to your line of thinking.

I would talk to you like no other person was there. You listened to me and my complications, you listened until I was out of breath and I had nothing left to say. Then I listened to your patient, well-thought out advice. You never judged me, and when I made a mistake you were the first person to point it out. I began to grow fond of you for this. You were the only one I could completely drop my Plexiglas wall for. There was no need for bullet proof glass around my heart when I was with you.

If only I would have known it wasn't bullets you would pierce me with.




When your lips met mine I knew I would find no other that would satiate my hunger like you do.

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  • Antebellum
    June 25

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    You, my best friend, nemesis, lover, and sempiternal confidant, it was you who broke me in the end.


    wow I can relate.
    A wonderfully written piece.

  • I'd copy and paste the entire thing, because thats what I like about this, the whole thing, but then that would just be repition that isn't needed.

    I knew you were special the moment I realized I missed you when you weren't with me. I told myself to breathe and that this concise lapse of judgment would go away soon. I-I I never was one to stammer or stutter, but when I thought of missing you, my thoughts just came in incomplete apprehension. I didn't know up or down, these feelings crashed into me like metal screeching and statuesque vocabulary with hidden meanings and secret passageways. I had never felt this before.

    --That stanza grabbed me and refused to let go. It hit me so hard in such a beautiful way, I can't put words to how that made me feel.

    This whole poem though stuns me, I love it, and I'm so glad you entered this, its exactly what I wanted and maybe what I needed.

    Love,
    B

  • So nice. I have been there, believe me!

  • wow, this is the kind of thing I really was looking for. The writing is really captivating. I loved the imagery, and that's what I wanted as well; good imagery. I understand the concept in this, it speaks to me. It's also very sweet, and is a nice love story. definitely a finalist!
    thank you so much for entering.

  • I like the contrast between the first few sentances in the first stanza and the last. It goes from cliche to something beautiful in a really subtle transition.

    The second stanza is my favourite=]

    star dusted arms
    -beautiful.

    The black glitter dwindled on my nai
    -I love that imagery of the nailpolish.

    This is great(:


  • LovetimesLove
    April 11

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    How does it really feel?

    Soul searching can be cleansing. Rare find you've put to poetry. Moving indeed. I'll save and reflect on this one.

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