A poet's mind

Just a guy trying to fit in, and not be like everyone else at the same time.

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Tell me you love me

But not over the phone,

Or drunken from our senses.

Don't tell me when your leaving,

Or when we are drowning in our love.

Tell me in the darkness,

When your body is in my arms.

Tell me when your hand is in mine,

When your eyes shine like the stars above.

For those are the moments when the love will never die away

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I think I'm in love with her.

I'm in love with her hands on my face.

I'm in love with her body against mine.

I'm in love with her warmth against my skin.

With her words upon my soul.

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How can I let someone else love me, when my heart still belongs to her?

How can I hold them or kiss them, while wishing it was her instead?

Recieving so much, but not being able to offer anything.

How have I become this?

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I have fought every day of my life

My skin is hard as stone, hardened by sticks and stones

My mind a maze, letting no signs show

My shoulders broad, strengthened by the burdens

My heart is frozen, freezing anyone out, who dares to come near it.

And I'm on my knees.

Once again at her mercy

Getting new scars, for the collection.

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How can you love someone you haven't seen in years?

Having no idea of how they have changed, or what they have been throught.

Not even knowing if they think about you.

Knowing that if she ever returned, you would welcome her back with open arms.

Knowing that even years after it happened you still love her the same.

Because that is what real love is.

At least I got to experience it once.

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How am I supposed to love you, when I don't love who I am?

And how can i give you all of me, when I'm only half a man?

Cause I'm a sinking ship that is burning, so let go of my hand

How can I give you all of me, when I'm only half a man?

-Dean Lewis

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I'm still the same guy she left.

I'm still the same confused, awkward, unsecure mess she left behind.

As if my body was shattered, and I'm still picking up the pieces, fearing the time I find the last one just to notice I'm still empty even though I'm whole.

Because how can you make a new picture, with the same pieces you used last time?

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How can I love you, when I've never heard your voice?

How can I need you, when I've never felt your touch?

How can I find you, when I've never seen your face?

And how can I know you, when I've never felt your soul

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Is this what love is?

Breaking your heart again and again over people i've never even loved?

Because while my peers are out having fun, chasing girls

I'm still here, dreaming about her, wishing she was mine

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Maybe I'm more in love with the idea of her, than the girl I'm talking to.

Maybe I'm getting over the idea of losing love, rather than losing her.

Maybe that's why the girl in my dreams never really have a face.

Because I'm more in love with an idea, than I am with her

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My heart keeps breaking

Time and time again

And I start to wonder

How come I have spend more time getting over her, than we ever spend together?

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I don't miss her.

Not the cold, uninterested ghost she became.

I miss the girl she used to be.

The shy, but curious and lovely girl whom I fell in love with.

Whose smile could light up my world.

How come I never noticed she changed?

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They say time heals every wound.

But I'm still bleeding out.

Tears are still falling.

The hole inside hasn't changed.

I haven't felt anything for two years.

Except when I drink.

Then I find the old pictures.

And drown myself in alcohol and memories.

And I do It again and again.

Because every time I look at those pictures.

I feel a little bit of how I felt back then.

And that's so much better than feeling nothing.

Then I gladly accept the darkness that follows every time.

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The light of my mind is shaped by the dark and I feel the walls around me

The demons inside is fighting for life and I can't let them surround me

I fell in love and it broke my heart, the darkness came and bound me

I feel the rush of nothingness, untill the darkness drowned me.

-NLBR

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Feeling the rhythem in my veins

Hearing the beat in my mind

Feeling the sound of people around me.

Feeling for the first time that I belong

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Love has many forms

There is romantic love, that makes our hearts skip a beat when we see that special someone.

There is familiar love, that makes siblings unpartable and parents willing to give everything for their children.

There is platonic love, that makes us form unbreakable bonds between what we choose as our family.

There is physical love, that is created every time you touch that one person.

And there is love between minds, where your psykological bond is stinger than anything physical

And the most beautiful thing is that this is just the beginning. Love is whatever we want it to be, and if we dare to let it in, it'll find a way to make you feel

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Please

Please respect her decisions

Please acknowledge her needs

Please put her first

Please don't break her heart

Please treat her like I would

If I ever got the chance