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to a boy

i would make you chocolate covered strawberries on a dreary sunday, and if you didn't like chocolate i'd go find vanilla. i would wake up at 7 a.m. and come to your house and make you breakfast in bed whenever you wanted. i would kiss your cheek and your nose and your forehead and then finally your lips, because i would appreciate all of you. i would hold your hand in a special way so you'd know that i love you, and i would tickle your arm and play with your fingers as we sat on a bench in a park somewhere. i would cuddle with you and stroke your face and look you in the eyes and maybe even hum you a soft little song. i would love you more

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a thousand dying lovers

his eyes eat me up, like i eat rocky road, ice cream. his hands feel me down, like when water drips, down my shirt. his tongue licks me, in places i haven't known, in a while. his words caress me, like my mother did, when i was young. his arms encircle me, like my favorite shirt, does. and he is in me, literally and figuratively, happily. and i love him so, with the love of a thousand, dying lovers.

things of the past

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broken mirror

my heart is like a broken mirror when i look at it everything is cut up and drowned in shadows and cracks, swollen and distorted- i want to take a piece and throw it away throw myself away

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to a boy by Starry-Liz, literature

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to a boy

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taken alive

it scares me at night sometimes when i think of the horrors of the world. the silences that people have no words to heal; the questions left unanswered as the body of a loved one decays in the ground. forgotten lovers that still remember you, and the letters you keep to forget the sadness of losing someone. nightmares where you cannot seem to scream even though you are suffering through pain unimaginable to others-while you lie in bed shaking of exhaustion, you think of how that is someones reality. you listen as a girl complains about breaking a nail and wonder what she would say if you told her about how you were sexually abused. you li

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perfection

you're a summer afternoon waiting to happen-and the birds are singing, awaiting your arrival, and the trees are whistling the melody, wishing they could hold your thoughts. memories feel like a book you read when you were a child but never quite figured out the meaning of, while thoughts of today will forever stay in your heart. wherever you walk, smiles follow and people wonder. you are the beauty that is new beginnings, you are the warmth of the summer sun, the green of spring. you are perfect.

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lets change the world

i sit here drinking cold coffee on a monday afternoon; and i listen to the creaks silence makes and the sad words in a song on repeat, but i can't seem to feel. sometimes i cry because i want so many things its hard to concentrate on what i have and sometimes i want to close my eyes forever and just stay in my dreams. i want to take photos that make people realize beauty is everywhere-and i want to tell people how beautiful they are when i see them. i want to sing songs and make people smile and feel soft inside like a freshly baked cookie. i want to walk down the street and look and see trees blowing in the breeze and little girls laughing

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butterfly kisses

when you look away its like watching a silence break open and thoughts flood into my heart; feelings crush my eyesight. i want to hold your hand, and sometimes i wish we were still something more than a glance or a wooden smile in the hallway. i wonder if you ever think of me and i wonder if you lie in your bed at night and remember the things we used to smile at, all the butterfly kisses i would give you, the way things felt when we held hands in your bed. and i could write you a love letter filled with synonyms and rhymes and words that mean everything and nothing-but they would all say the same thing. i love you.

even at four am by Starry-Liz, literature

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even at four am

i want to kiss you in the simplest of ways; so softly and delicately that i could be a rose petal. i would make you english breakfast tea at four in the morning if you wanted that, and i would let you kiss me after having a cigarette even though i disapprove of you smoking. i think you make me a better person when i am around you, and when i leave your side i want to cry because i feel so many things and i don't know how to tell them to you. when you say certain words you have an accent and i think it's cute and i wish you didn't have to feel so alone because i will always be here to hold you. today we were saying goodbye and we hugged and

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words

like a dying star, you hold my sight as you go by. you're a trumpet solo in a school band, soft and echoing in my mind for hours afterwards. we slip into a dream of laughter one night and i don't remember how it started, but i remember not wanting it to ever end. the light feeling of letting go and touching someone in that moment-the beauty in your scrunched up eyes and silent laugh felt like time stopped. you are something i never want to have to forget.

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