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Bittersweet Kiss

We flirted and got closer throughout the day.
Not wanting to get caught, I pray in vain.
Our plans were just a matter of waiting.
Out in the parking lot, I stood patient.
He arrived casual and smiling.

I had my hands shaking.
Behind the open van’s trunk.
I stood still, feeling stuck.
To kiss.
or not to kiss?

My mind raced with raging thoughts.
Two of my sides viciously fought.
One pleaded that I must.
The other was begging for me to listen to it for once.
It all happened in less than a second
I was going to faint, I reckon.
Watching him face me.
And before I knew what I was doing.
I kissed him.

It was far from perfect.
but it was okay.
I was the first to pull away.
A peck on my right cheek, there’s nothing I could say.
My arm around his neck, thinking of a phrase.
I was struggling to still breathe as I said his name.

The name echoed as a whisper, barely a breath.
Such a precious name carries depth.
I calmed as he seemed mindful of my state.
 Realizing our closeness, I stepped away.

I acted like I was unfazed as we separated for a moment.
“I love you,” he said, filling the silence with sentiment.
I flashed a winning smile at the statement.
“What?” I asked playfully, wanting him to go on.
He repeated his words, and I took a step closer.
I asked again, he responded the same, so I stepped again.
Standing inches apart, we are not just friends.

I went quiet as he drew out his one-hundredth “I love you” from his lips.
I couldn’t figure out how I formed the three words that dripped from my mouth.
I. Love. You.
My smile faded as I looked into his soul.
His eyes lost their childish mold.
Such awe and delight devoured me.
Then he asked to kiss, using the words of his eyes.

The moment vanished. 
I’m back to the present. 
That was all his game.
He was jealous of his friends, and I was easy to play.

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Quiet, Stiff Thoughts

No speech, no thoughts, 
Quiet is what they want. 
So that is what they get. 
I will never speak about love or respect- 
For anyone, so I will still as a stone. 
Cold, frozen, and hard as bone, 
But bones can still break and crack. 
Pressure, consistently adding to the stack, 
Of many worries that hide inside of me, 
And they do not know or see 
Anxiety, is the name, 
Of the thing that came, 
When my friends said. 
“Love with him is dead...”

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Blood Blossoms and Dying Words

Crimson-colored flowers bloom not from veins but from the heart,
The scarlet (liquid) trickles down your throat from your mind's thoughts. 
His words, her words, they configure together to make sentences that people would say were impossible. 
She fears what’s to come yet is tempted to go on, he’s losing his mind, and his heart has already been broken. 
She says for now, he says he’ll wait, she replied with forever, he responded with okay.

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Our Tormenting Love

Shut up darling, I am about to scream
No, it’s not your fault that you are mean
I’ll pick up this mess I made with my heart
I might be missing some parts
Thousands of pieces shattered after you dropped it
That act was quite reckless
I’m still trying to figure out why you did
But I’ve been told that curiosity is stupid

Drowning without you
Your rescue is long overdue 
I’m choking, sputtering up sobs
What are the odds?
You were the one who is keeping me down
I can’t make any sound
My vision starts blurring 
These lungs are burning
Your hands are gentle as they prevent me from inhaling

I’m swallowing all the lustful words I said
Such phrases leave me feeling dead
They tasted like iron and felt like razors cutting my tongue
My suffering is thrown into your jokes and puns
I practice remaining the same everyday
Watch as I laugh and smile for you to hide my pain

Shame, loss, heartache, and silence
Doctor says it’s the symptoms of a broken heart
Aren’t I just so darn smart?
Headaches and heartache feeling under the weather
Give me those love pills that make me better
Lovesick from your dozens of poisonous words
Recovering from the overdose of your drugs

I barely made it out alive from this one
I was convinced it was just all for fun
Got a bit greedy after we started
You would give me what I wanted
‘Selfish and toxic’ is what we were
My therapist couldn’t agree more
 
Curses escape my lips when you leave the room 
But my quietness is ignored like a silent tomb
Words can either be loud, empty and raging
Or hushed, powerful, and angry  

You’re so perfect one way but cold and reckless the other.

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Regretting Thoughts

Half of the time I lay wake, 
On my bed out past eight. 
Thinking if I could replay the day, 
I’ll change a lot of the things I say. 
Like me being strange, 

Or like when I kept trying to be a friend, 
I just made it awkward for them then. 
I am afraid that they know it, 
Im sorta afraid of if they ask, 
Or worse, if they ignore me, for my past. 
If I could go back, I’d be less disruptive, 
If I’d had been less destructive! 

Maybe if I had a chance. 
I’d change the things I said... 
Maybe they’d like me better than...

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The Sword

Every touch at the edge of the sword, 
Cuts through skin and cuts through words. 
The delicate sliver, plated on the sides, 
To decorate and embellish the sharp glide. 
As beautiful as night, 
Astonishing many mortal breaths. 
The sword can determine, life or death.

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Butterfly Kisses

His voice is sweet, 
My heart skips beat 
And then I leaned towards him 
To kiss! 
A soft-landing impact, 
Hits my lips, 
Like a butterfly setting wisp, 
My stomach tightened in knots, 
Which really hurt, 
Then I pushed away, 
As reality comes to takeaway.