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He is the epitome of an amiable, kind-hearted soul. My mind struggles to fasten what my heart struggles to interpret. Love is a word I have discovered as unstable, willing to change and waver through spaces undefined. I feel a rush of urgency as he enters a room with me in it. The urge to be close to him, for our love was put on pause while he was far away. I feel my heart outstretch his distance, grieving each step, each feeble extension. How can I outgrow your lure? My fearless heart craves the labor, but my body is tired and growing soft. I am but a heavy shield, broken down by charm and left for dead by your persuasive murmurs of surrend

My dear sweet nothing, you've lost your place, you're nothing but his voice, and his sweet loving face, but your soul has been emptied, unable to touch, I gave it all, but that didn't mean much. I was your toy, you played with me for fun, but the game got boring, it's over, you won.

I find myself wondering, most of the time about people. If i'm in a crowded room, the first thing that comes to mind is that I don't know a single soul here. But then again, what if i do? There's a certain connection or bond between stranger to stranger. The fact that they are both curious of the other, the strange nervousness in their chest, the careful words spoken between each breath, and the scared trembling eyes searching for relief. They have more in common than they thought. Five words spoken, "Hey, h-hello, how are you?" Five words, they never could have guessed would start a lifetime of stuttered words. Five years later, a new strang

I don't know, the size of the stars, or the color of my veins, because so many times they've been rearranged, I don't know, what being happy feels like, or why i cant sleep at night, because of the thoughts that have taken the reins, all I know, is that when I go, you will never find me.

Whenever I saw them, I couldn’t help but gaze into them. They were the most beautiful glimpse of color I have ever seen. The amazing darkness behind them, made me shiver to the sense of them glaring into my own. The emotion behind them was what made his beautiful eyes unique. It left a lump in my throat at the thought that he didn’t feel the same. Whether that lump was anger or sadness, I did not know. He looked at me with those mysterious eyes and I felt safer than I have ever felt before, I finally felt like I wasn’t alone. We stopped for a minute, making full eye contact as we both lean down to grab my books, never leavin