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Poem #340

I only write about love because it was all
I have been looking for in life.
But it is so hard to recognize It in a world
that wants everything defined and in line. 

want to stand on my own two feet,
but I still want you to save me.
want a kiss on the shoulder over morning coffee,
and have my back arch against wall. 

don’t want it comfortable and defined.
want it inconvenientpassionate and alive
Romance and lust dancing together under the stars
giving life to passion and to desire 

All should be love, addictive and wild.
Silence and noise at once.
Chaos and peace intertwined. 
Nights you stay up opening your soul
and nights you lose all control. 

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Poem #339

You are a gift that keeps on giving.
Giving light, love, poems and heart.

Even after you were gone, I was pulling
the ribbons, uncovering new dimensions to our story.

You left a love that lingers, touch that’s
forever present and a soul filled with desire.
For that I still write, for that I still hug my pillow at night
for that I look for someone to burn with me the way you have.

For you, because of us, I still believe in love.

 

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Poem #236

The emptiness of this room whispers
to me with the same pain you had in your voice:
“Sometimes love just isn’t enough”

With those words you made the poetess
in me want to set on fire all of the poems she wrote.
If not love, then what?

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Poem #53

I can’t write the same poem a million times
in different styles but I still always manage
to find new words to express everything I
feel about you.

You are a river of always flowing inspiration.
You are the power that moves that pen across
the paper. Your smile is the ink forming words,
your kiss is what I need to be an artist.

You are that impulse that kicks me out of
bed in the middle of the night just to scribble down
a line. You are so many things you aren’t even
aware about but one thing you are not is mine.
I just claimed the copyrights to our love and its end.

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Poem #38

I smile when I think about you.
Even in public. People think I’m
crazy. I just think they forgot
what’s it like to be in love.

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Poem #24

In order to write something
I just need to start.
I don’t know why but
I always start with your memory.

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Poem #18

I am not embellishing our memories and
reading fairytales in your words because I
am naïve. I am doing it because I am not ready
to see you for who you are. It’s my stupid choice to
live in oblivion and feed off a memory of a man you
never were, but I believed you to be.

 

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Poem #15

I did not fall in love. You came too close to me
and love just crashed into me like a fiery beast.
It bruised my body in the most special way, bit
my neck while I was gasping for air and
made me beg for more pain.
Now I have to hide the bruises and live with
the consequences for letting a beast live inside of me.

 

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Poem #12

The rain was knocking on our window.
I was snuggling up underneath your arm
as if it were the strongest fortress in the world
when you jumped out of the bed and dragged me
out to the terrace.

As we stood there on the pouring rain I thought
you were crazy and you were actually just
a crazy romantic that wanted to kiss in the rain.
The rain was touching us gently while we engaged
in a high-school teen fantasy of a perfect moment.

We jumped under the shower to wash the
romance off and you introduced me to
a new universe which was secretly only ours.
Now every time I feel raindrops on my skin I can
hear you laugh as if you were still here.

 

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