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[time] => 2012-06-18 01:45:10
[hometext] => the boy i fell in love with wrote me a poem on here. by chance, i found it 3 days later. its been 2 years. thought id write you one too considering the fact that i was hopelessly in love with you. i miss you michael.
[bodytext] => You What I remember is the time before you were my secret When those everlasting eyes Told a better story than these books Our bodies, as one Our breaths, never undone Not just hearing But feeling your heart beat Knowing this was nothing short of spontaneous perfection In the middle of our nights You opened my mind to greater things Everything is so much better than it seems Each memory bleeds through my heart I adore you, entirely I remember those muscular arms embracing me tightly Knowing you had every intention of letting me go Yet I captured all I could get Because loving you would always be easier than missing you Now I feel sympathy for the sun And how it loves the moon Even though they will never be together No matter how many different streets we walked They all took us in the same direction You right back to me And me right back to you Shattered as it will And shake as it may How did you turn into something That takes my voice away. There is pain with my secret And you being my secret is A monster clawing at my rib cage, Slashing through my breaking skin, Gasping for the air on the outside. Only for my heart to reach out, Yank it back in And conceal it For my heart feared the powerful. I have scars where you’ve touched me And bruises where you’ve kissed me. Lines that you’d written me And memories of when you missed me. So like a patient who waits for that Morphine to settle in his bloodstream, I waited for you. I remember my lungs filling with oxygen, Ready to scream your name With my broken truths Hoping that if I spoke honestly, You would be able to hear me. Because then you would have all the answers And only then would I be free. I became a better person I thought you could love But maybe I’ll never really know Because I never really knew you. I will never get this again But I was so incredibly lucky to have had it at all I can only hope that time can heal What I cannot heal myself Because when my hands reach for yours I’m lacing my fingers with a ghost. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 22 [informant] => babyboo13 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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