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Her eyes described pain and far away troubles; for every time she blinked, thunder would beat, and every time she weeped, the oceans would rise.

E.H. Her eyes are the windows into my soul

The warm sound of your 3am voice on the phone is the best lullaby I have ever heard. Almost asleep I let your soft words envelope me in a warm embrace, because your arms are not there to wrap me up themselves. This is second best to that. When I hear your raspy laugh I blush, like when we first met. The darkness of the night is no longer scary to me, because I have your voice right beside me. I float on your tired words, and the ride is soft and steady

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I hadn’t spoken to your voice in a long time.

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It was like you were made of fire, and I was made of ice. Every time you touched me, we both would lose parts of ourselves.

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Your tripping breath mixed with my sober voice and invisible trails of stars came from our mouths; and wandered downwards to our wrists. The secret solar system picked up our hands, and brought them up to caress each others features. I felt you under my fingertips. I could feel your heartbeat and your bones. Your veins and your shivers. So much power underneath my light touch. Such a delicately made mess.

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You were drugs, and I was alcohol. A deadly combination; but the lasting high was ecstatic.

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You ran your hand across my legs and back .They found their way to my face. Your kisses were soft and warm. We talked about our childhoods, and our sad memories; but also happy ones. As we laid beside each other, both breathing heavily, I couldn’t think about anything. With endorphins running wild through my body, my mind was at peace. You turned to look at me; but your eyes saw more than just my smeared mascara and drunk eyes. You saw me. It was the first time anyone had actually seen me. I could not think sober, but I did drunkenly wonder if you saw your reflection in my eyes. Because that is all I can see.

E.H ~A tired and real poem I’ve remembered

When I can’t fall asleep at night, I will think up stories that I hope will happen. One is, how it would feel waking up next to you. You tracing your fingers along my back, waking me up from my peaceful sleep. I would roll over to face you, and see your morning eyes. I would tell you about a strange dream I had, and then one about you. We could stay in bed all day and not get tired of talking and playing with each others hands. I wouldn’t have to worry about my naked face, because I feel beautiful all the time around you.

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It’s really difficult to go about your day, when half of your body is in another world, and the other half is calling it, asking for it to come back. It’s like two best friends, one is begging the other to come off the ledge, and back inside. You’re at a constant battle with who you are, and who you want to be. But it is also a battle with who you were before, and who you are now. The past and future hate each other; and the present is playing referee. It’s easy to cave in and listen to the past. It’s hard to get up out of bed and push for what you want, what your future wants. But sometimes, you have to stop, and look around you. Nothing will ever be the same as it is in this moment. So appreciate the past, trust in the future, and believe in the present.

E.H ~ almost midnight thoughts)

As I’m lying here, In the deep of the night, The darkness seeps right in. It flows through the gaps, The spaces and scars, And like a drug it soothes me. But after a while, When the sensation is gone, It is replaced with agony and fear. I cannot see, I cannot hear. And all I can do is wait out, This awful trip on nothing. However, once the opaque film vanishes, I realize that, For it is not night; But the middle of the day.

E.H ~ sad day memories

As you shut the door and turned the lights off, I forgot how to breath. My knees got weak, and my hands started to quake. I followed you to the bed, like I was following a map to paradise. I swear, all the Greek goddesses had joined together and created you. You sat down, and everything in the world was calm. Your eyes, they were serious; but not intense. The way your gaze fell upon mine, made me weak and I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. As I moved towards you, you reached out as if you were pointing to a shooting star. You grabbed hold of me and made me feel secure, and safe. I touched your face, and I felt as if I was seeing the total beauty of it for the first time. I wasn’t distracted by anything, or anyone. All of my focus was for you. I could never write, or draw, or sing anything that would even come close to your utter perfection. You make me feel infinite, and whenever I’m with you time stands still.

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Your lips against mine is the most peaceful thing I have ever encountered. Your hands on my face and back is the most beautiful feeling I have ever felt. You make me feel warm. The effect that your touch has on me, is the same effect the sun has on the earth after a hurricane, or a cold night. I will long for your touch every evening, and every day until I’m with you again. That hour cannot come soon enough.

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While she was in my room for the first time, I noticed her glancing at me through the mirror as I took my makeup off. I looked back at her, and her gaze met mine. She laughed softly and threw her head back. Her actions made me feel like I was watching a silent movie with beautiful instrumental music playing over the non existent script. I cannot pay attention to anything else when she is in my peripheral vision. Even when she’s not, her voice is flowing through my ears, and her face is projected on to my eyes. I love her so much, and she’s not even mine.

E.H / this isn’t a memory, it’s a goal.

I remember when I was alone with her for the first time. Her new perfume was being pushed towards me, from the draft through the window. She smelled sweet and clean, but also sexy and warm. She was lying on my bed, and resting her scarred chin on my pillow. I prayed that she wouldn’t sit up, for the longer that she was sat, the more my pillow would house her peaceful aroma. I glanced up from my computer, only to witness the utter perfection that was occurring right before my eyes. The gorgeous way her hair fell off her shoulders, and how she blew it out of her eyes. The way she looked up occasionally to see if the rain started falling again. I hope I wasn’t staring too long, for it felt like I spent days locked onto her perfection. The rain wasn’t the only thing that fell that night. For I fell, in love.

E.H / this isn’t a memory, it’s a goal.

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If you don’t end up smiling while you are kissing someone, you are probably kissing the wrong person.

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She is the wish that floats off the smoke of other people’s birthday candles.

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I leaned up against you, and I felt at home. As the earth turned so did my mind. I felt calm, but yet still so eternal. You’re my own form of ecstasy. Some people are addicted to drugs, some are addicted to alcohol. But I’m addicted to something much more dangerous. And I’m not going to be going to rehab anytime soon.

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