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I remember
When we were young.
We would argue over toys,
Because we were both so creative and stubborn.
You wanted to be a marine biologist.
I wanted to be a photographer.
I remember playing together,
Playing games on that big old rock,
Not wanting to say goodbye.
Because you were one of the few people like me.
But now you're gone.
And I'm scared to talk to you
Because,
You've changed.
You're not who you were,
And neither am I.
You hated blood
But now you want to be a nurse?
Now I'm a writer,
Still trying to see the beauty in the world,
But finding the worst.
I miss you.
But I want to remember us how we were.
When we were young.
We would argue over toys,
Because we were both so creative and stubborn.
You wanted to be a marine biologist.
I wanted to be a photographer.
I remember playing together,
Playing games on that big old rock,
Not wanting to say goodbye.
Because you were one of the few people like me.
But now you're gone.
And I'm scared to talk to you
Because,
You've changed.
You're not who you were,
And neither am I.
You hated blood
But now you want to be a nurse?
Now I'm a writer,
Still trying to see the beauty in the world,
But finding the worst.
I miss you.
But I want to remember us how we were.
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Farewell
Dear, Jessica.
Today Ronnie Childs died. Lucky me. The boys don’t want me to walk out and walk freee.
I can’t blame you for finally leaving me those months ago, but I know you too well.
You wouldn’t have ripped me from your heart, even though you should have. I don’t regret loving you, but letting you love me is the greatest sin.
Or second worst. The first was joining a gang.
I went numb as I ran out of things to care about.
Stopped caring about the taste of blood drawn in a fight, the bruises and cracked bones of my boys and myself, or what the other guys looked like.
Stopped caring about breaking into stores, robb
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Cherished
She persuades him to lie down and be still for her
Naked in body only,
her eyes peer past the whole to the pieces.
She squeezes his breasts
Sweet, ripe little things
How they ache for her.
Curious hands become gentle fingers
Sliding up his throat
knuckles rasping against stubble
Skating across his forehead smoothing furrows.
Press gently on the delicate skin at the edges of his eyes
Follow down between the eyebrows
The straight line of his nose
Stroking soft lips that part in hungry expectancy.
She stretches his arms above his head, palms up.
Traces with spider legs down his shivering skin
Tickles the hair of his armpits
Nuzzling her
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Gone
It's like a punch in my gut
A hole in my throat
Cotton in my head
I can't seem to accept the reality
I see your grave
I sit in your empty chair
Watch as your room became just a memory
The old photos of us smiling
The memories of us laughing
The old songs we used to sing
It both haunts and comforts me
Life has never been easy
But now it'll be so much harder
Time became my enemy
Fooling me into believing I had so much more
Just turn the clock back
Rewind the tapes of those happy memories once more
Come back to me
Tell me it'll all be ok.
But there's a sting in my heart
And it reminds me you're gone
I know this pain will be with me always
How co
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Now, I know the title is a bit strange, even for me, but... I just felt it fit. This is about my half-sister that I haven't seen in a long time, and... well... yeah. Thou shalt miss that which has been lost.
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