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I can feel your soul
Oh so close
ButI can’t quite touch you.

I can hear you breath
Oh so soft
I want to hold you.

So please tell me how you do it?
See through me like there is nothing to it.
Find my cracks and bring them light.
You are slowly bringing me back to life.

Soft words
Kind love
Like nothing I have
Felt before.

You give and give
And still have more.

I shrink away

But still you stay.

I come a little bit closer

Every day.

Ready to bolt at any

Minute.

You just smile and wait

Patiently

Knowing in time

You will see

All of me.

Monsters

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The monsters of men.

The undoing of me.
Ripped me open.
Tore me apart.
Petal by petal
And only then
Did they smirk.
Left me opened
And hurt.
A black
Hole
In
My soul.
An open wound
Hemorrhaging.
I,
Devoid of heart.
Wrapped up neatly
And put away.
Dreaming I was
An untouched
Gift
From another world,
Who
Might
Be
Discovered
Another day.

Could

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I was thinking
Maybe I could hold you for a while?
Maybe I could cry a little.
You could pull me close.
I could touch your lips
You could whisper my name.
Maybe.
You could hold me for a while.
In this
Shelter
We could remain
Pleased.
You could try to forget
The world spinning round,
I could lay my heart on your chest
And forget all the rest
Of the mayhem outside.
We could shed our tears together
Mix them with a little love.
Share a few sighs
Feel the lightening as we touch.
I could listen to your song
Maybe I could sing along.
If you were to touch me
Could I look you in the eyes
Or would i run away and hide
Like I always do?
Would I let you
Wipe away my tears
So softly?
Hear you say my name
Or cover my soul in shame?

Run Away

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I let you see me.
I’ve let you in too
Close.
I……

Will run.

I
Must
Rush away
As fast as I can
And
Hide.
Turn my face
Away
And
Withhold the broken bits.
I just can’t do it.
I can’t let you
See
The inside,
Wasted
Pieces
Of me.
I will shove you away
With these two hands of mine.
I will shove you away
And a piece of me will die.
Inside.
I love you.
I love you,
You see
But you are not
Allowed,
In turn
To love me.
I’ll run away
And try to forget
That you ever touched me
That our souls ever met.

Often Times

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Often times

I misplace myself.
I don’t know
Where I left me.
Maybe at the playground.
Maybe on the kitchen floor.
Maybe,
Just maybe
I don’t remember anymore.
Maybe I’m just a memory.
Better left unspoken.
My mind has left this plane
Of reality.
Even the softest touch
Leaves a bruise
On my flesh.
The brush of
Breath,
Pain.
Maybe I left myself outside too long.
Out there in
The storming  rain.