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Coffee Stained Tears

Stared into my black coffee and thought back to when he loved me an how he matched the hue of his heart.  He was smooth just like hs messy sorta curly hair wrapped in a bandana.   I take my coffee black because, the taste of creamer doesn't do it for my sweet tooth anymore, but at times my coffee resembles those caramel hazel eyes and the taste of his skin. 

Just wanted this coffee to be him, but I don't add creamer to my coffee, but I added too much damn emotions and I couldn't find him in my coffee anymore.  Now, these tears are puddles on the ground cause his image has faded out of my coffee just like the way he disappeared from my life when he found someone new. 

Maybe he's the reason I take my coffee black and love it so much because, when I'm looking into caramel coffee it's like looking into his eyes.  The pieces of him I've got are dying like the love affair he had with a troubled girl like me.

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I See Her Loving Someone Who's Not Me

She stared at me from across the floor with those melted chocolate brown eyes. She twisted the dark truth and turned underneath the moonlight as it covers her body like a blanket. She’s the haze an fog, after it’s rained. Her smile seemingly sneaks in between the cracks of my heart, and her body moves like the wind moves the trees.

Her heart becomes heavy as her chest slowly caves in. She becomes the light all at once, changing everything; everything within her begins to slow. Her fingers are poisonous, but I don’t mind dying in the hands of my killer. A minute or two, and I find god in the hands of my lover.

She becomes a metaphor for everything she does. Nights without her become longer, and I begin to lose myself, but find it in a bottle of Jack. She stains me like red wine on white, her hand grasp around me as if she’s holding her tonic and gin. Her other hand on my face just before she leans in to kiss me.

From across the floor, she sees me. She begins crawling her way over, pushing through the chaos I created, just to make contact with me. Emotions begin to flood my mind like a tsunami and this chemical reaction rushes over my skin. Lying next to me, I hear her thoughts crowd the room that soon becomes a distant memory.

As I become consumed by her eyes and mood, she smells like vanilla. I remember her just as I imagined her coming back, to me. Lying naked, intertwined in my sheets as she fumbles on her words, I swear, lord I swear, she said my name.

Then I realize as I open my eyes,
I’m just a little lonely and just a little drunk. These are just memories that Jack’s making me remember.

She’s filling up her time with someone, anything other than me.
She left through the front door of my life, but her presence is like a ghost that lingers and can’t move on.

I stood there so empty and vulnerable as I watched her leave me behind to love someone else. The stories ending ends with me grabbing my keys and leaving the house before the night is through. Who knows where I’ll go, who knows where the red fern in my mind grows, and who knows if she’ll ever come back to me.

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Wolf Eyes and His Lies

He was lying to me for months. The truth was nowhere to be found when I asked for it. He'd never release the tension in driver seat and took life so seriously. He kept me as his pet lover, just to see if he could fall in love with me.

Kept me in his spider web for lies as if I was a fly. Feeding me shinin' words he thought I'd want to hear, but instead he never could keep me there. Thinkin' I was a puzzle he could unlock, but never had the pieces. His lies were bullets, his mouth's the gun, but the war in his anger could never be won. He should learn to put out the fire he was starting next time he fights. Nothing between him an I was EVER igniting.

His lies were overwhelming in every direction they were coming. Now that the fog has lifted, I see clearly just how selfish he was being. Trying to get what he wanted, but then throw a tantrum like a 2yr old when it didn't go his way. Controlling women is the best game he can play.

First instinct, should of stayed away from him, but my heart took control and I fell into his illusion. Through all of it was lies, he tried to hide behind a mask. Vulnerable, I clung to his emotionless words, those vindictive, narcissistic, words that came out of his mouth. He wanted so much out of life, but found out just how much life didn't want him. He was never real with me, never stable enough to handle me because, he's a prop in a play of his own lies called his downhill life.

He took a wolf and kept me caged. Demanding I be with him, but he should've known, when he kept me caged, he soon became my prey. The moment he opened the door, is the moment I attacked. He should be more careful just who he cages cause when he least expected it, I attacked giving him no chance to survive.

He shouldn't chase thrills if he can't handle the edge.

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White Life Turns To Colors, But Baby, I'M Another

It all began when the air was drenched with soft blue light.   I became so calm, but ended up quiet with brick red pulling at me.   Quiet, but content.  She never smiled. This emotion soon faced pink, but echoing affection that has grew in her heart every time she looks at him. 

There were splashes of lavender an burning turquoise that marked adventures she lived for and loud colors in her mind.  She picked weeds on the side of the road before she threw herself away. 

Suddenly, red flashing in the sky and was pulled in by him.  She never felt gravity grasp on her body, which was pressed against his. 

Smudge of colored gray doubt an she was left stumbling in the fog.  Her steps were untraceable to turn back.  Soon the sky that was once blue turned black as her warm nights.  Her sheets have turned cold and last night remains on those sheets and in her mind. 

Carved tears have stained her cheeks when it all ended.  Her world went white and as she stood in front of a blank canvas, she found herself ready to paint herself a new story, but one without him.

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Pretty Bird

She was always my pretty bird an not once did I ignore her signs she was giving.  I had her back when people tore her apart and I never began to wonder if she had mine.  We were the roots, but in the dark, we were the seeds.   It seemed I was the beginning of her and she was the beginning of me. 

We began to become a desert while she slowly became million tiny grains of "what if" by herself, but we were building something strong or so I thought.   At some point, she stopped answering so I became to know her as the last ring before the voicemail. 

She was my friend, but maybe that was just in my head because, the eternity I had of her and I was slowly losing touch.   Guess forever didn't mean much to her.   I'm crazy as she makes me feel because, I was titanium while she was a paper doll. 

She could never see or understand how much I needed her, but I realized, that cape she wore was never made for two.   She just keeps getting weird with.   I know she thinks I'm psychic coming, just thought we had time. 

I thought her and I were the roots, but now I see im a tree she wont ever be able to climb, but pretty birds like her dont stay long and thats all she's been showing me.

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Psycho Mind

She makes no sense to me, but the way she speaks has me on the edge of my seat.
She hit this heart of mine faster then a heart attack an quicker then a shark attack.
An here I stand, craving her an that sinful love we could create.   
Hell is where I'll go if I keep wanting her like this, but I cant help it when she looks so good. 
She's a drug that I cant stop taking when wanting her has me in the psycho mind set.

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Something Bout Her

Something bout her 
makes her crave 
crave the addiction she's dying to need 
told her, she needs to walk away 
because the addiction just isnt worth the strain, 
but there she stood outside the rain 
calling for a man that never came 

In her velvet room 
wrapped in leather an lace, 
she was singing for the things money cant buy 
wondering if she'll ever make it out alive 
I told her, nothing lasts forever 
nothing ever changes when your sable on blonde 

She tried living life in the fast lane, 
but ended up with heartache tonight 
people told her to take it easy, 
but she died in that house on the hill

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The Most Beautiful Things

Her smile is like the Florida sun, bright an good for my skin. She's so warm, beautiful, and setting when the cool night comes. I stood frozen just watchin her become the cool grass that tickles my feet, crunches beneath my toes, an the feeling is familiar. Picking purple flowers, gently falling in love. Drowning in her love like the sea. Allowing the waves to swallow me whole, an as I look up, I watch my heart take shapes as it dies.

Her laugh is like dancing to "Walk The Line". Soft, gentle, and smooth. Johnny's guitar taking over every inch of my heart. Strumming me gently the way he fell for June and that "Ring of Fire" continues to burn. The wooden floor catching our groove. She plays my keys in a Beethoven way, that I can't help, but fall too my knees. I can feel it in my veins, tingling sensation takin' me to another "5th Symphony" carrying me deep like a cello. She's always catching me when I slip.

Her eyes are mesmerizing. Strong, beautiful, an have this control over my body and whispers so sweetly, she's self contained in someway. Never shy, but her eyes say, she's strong as a forest fire in the heat, broken as shattered glass, but soon she'll engulf me. She took hundred pieces of me with her. We'll never go down without a fight, but we've learned.

Someday, people will learn they won't ever control where we choose to go. They must wait because, the damage we're about to cause is bout to get worse. We're the casualties they doubt and we'll burn their hearts to ashes.

Her eyes tell a story her body wont ever tell no matter how hard it tries.

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Still Here

Spaces between us have been filled with ghosts and silence.  I've digged a grave an I'm prepared for a burial of good love gone bad.  My body's soft enough to feed the earth, but not kind enough to be kept. 

Horizons and waiting become closer and shadows turn to sand.  Desert's burn with the sun, but chill with the night.  Lessons with love become reborn and I'm prepared to always be left behind by someone I love. 

On worse days I tell myself, "There's nothing you've ever wanted, but you'll fail if you never put a foot forward".  On best days I tell myself, "No one was ever good at destroying you than yourself and that just isn't right".  

Mirrors are smoked and truths become lies that pour from your mouth.  Fables are tales of a hopeless romantics mind and fairy tales are made to murder little girls minds. 

Still here
Still here 
 Still here I scream underground

But no one ever heard a sound or word I spoke when I was around

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Mess

I told her, we're all just a mess an she would never see a mess that's put together like me, but I remind her, I'm a mountain she turned into an avalanche.  Pieces of me have been breaking off that she keeps taking an never replaces with her love. 

I'm the Titanic an she's the iceberg I've crashed into.  When I saw her, I became naive to believe the most beautiful thing could ever damage me.  I became the sky at midnight with beauty to hold, but she's too tired to notice. 

I became the sun. They said, if you stare at me without blinking longer than ten seconds, you'd go blind.   Maybe that's why she never could love me the way I loved her. 

I became a tragedy that turned into art an she was wrong.  I may be a mess and it's complicated to clean up, but she should've known, not to fall in love with broken glass.