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The start, The End and Everything In-between

When I write about love

I write confession. 

I write about how 

YOU

are the start, the end and everything in-between. 

I write about how I might never love like this again

with fierce addiction, relentless and irrevocably,

or how you might love someone else

and forget about me.

I confess the torment undergone in longing for you,

I find words for my sighs

and I articulate my cries.

I express the way my heart breaks in a way that keeps it whole.

I remember being  without you

I remember being alone. 

I write about how I hope you'd change my mind 

or your own,

like a cliche romance.

I write about your skin and how it tickles the palm of my hand

and how we sleep in ways only we can

I write about how you burn inside me 

and leave holes in my flesh.

Oh, and I write.

About how your kisses have spoken 

words I don't understand,

How I can taste our memories on your lips,

see them through your eyes,

I never want to say goodbye. 

But still I write, I confess

And I never stop. 

For once a poet loves you,

they have stained your name boldly in ink

on a plain white wall.

I write confession

when I write about love. 

and I must confess,

that I love you like you're

the start

the end

and everything in-between. 

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4 Questions

Why do we waste our time? 

                                         I'm

stuck in the middle of a century

How do we live our lives?

                                          I've

given it all so I can die again

Ever been to paradise? 

                                        Eyes 

caught in the middle of a fallacy

But who could believe in you?

                                          Who?

When you've given away your lies

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The crow

I hold in my hand

the bird that pecked at my wounds

with the power to crush it 

with all my might

but I would do so in spite

of all that I need. 

I hold in my hand 

a lifeless being,

with fragile bones begging to be broke 

with rotten teeth 

and festering flesh, 

a silent death 

to which I open my palms 

to let fly away

and let go

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I think I'm in love with you

It rains 

the first night she lays in my bed

she stays 

in my arms whole and solid

I sway 

in her direction as she breathes. 

The days

move by like smoke in the wind

I pray

she stays tattooed to my skin

I think

I'm in love with you

I say

Nothing. 

I said I think: "I'm in love with you"

but I say nothing.

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Hurricane Love

It was your skin against mine

my fingers on your spine

your nails in my back

Us against time. 

It was my demon breathing heavily

your volcanic spirit set free.

Why you tried to contain yourself

I just don't know. 

When our words rub against one another

in a passionate hurricane love

You in my path

I in yours

Our fury wind 

sways the other away

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Jigsaw

Puzzle pieces perfectly fit

complete but never whole.

Needs no paint

Needs no canvas

Picture perfect souls.

Stronger than alone,

but a gust of wind 

and i'm on my own, 

Puzzle pieces perfectly fit

but no strength

like a picture never jigsawed 

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I will suffocate you

You said that you missed breathing

when you missed me 

You missed the feel of your own skin

You missed your own reflection

All I missed was you

You said you would miss breathing

when you would miss me 

You would miss how my back would bend

how I’d see no fault or flaw in you

I would see only murmurs of you escape me

I thought you would miss me

when you would miss you in me

from my voice you spoke

and from my sweat you seeped

from my lungs you breathed

and from you I lived

I wished that you missed me

when you missed breathing

I promised to give to you

I promised to cherish you

but all I did was suffocate