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Late Night Thoughts

Midnight,
More feelings, new thoughts.
My mind swirls around you, 
But my feelings don't matter to 
you.
When my feelings don't matter 
to you,
They almost no longer matter 
to me. 
Nosy minded, curious to know,
Who my heart is set on. 
After you find out it's you, 
It's old news. 
No cares, just silence. 
Awkward glances. 
No talk. 
No matter. 
Hurt, I'd step away from my 
feelings. 
They don't matter to you, 
To anyone. 
Your cold quiet swallows me 
whole. 
I'm almost drowning in my,
Midnight.
More feelings, new thoughts.
I wish you'd just grab my hand,
But you're numb to me. 
Unknowing. 
Midnight. 
More feelings, new thoughts.
It's just a crush, no big deal.
SNAP. 
Walk away, for good.
Maybe. 
My feelings don't matter to 
you. 
They don't matter to anyone. 
When they don't matter to 
anyone, 
They almost,
Almost. 
Almost no longer matter to me. 
Almost, 
Midnight. 
More feelings, new thoughts. 
At least we're friends. 
Not enough.
If we're friends, 
I have feelings for you. 
You're interested in my 
feelings,
Aren't you? 
Until you find out it's you. 
Walk away.
Awkward glances, no talk. 
You're so mean. 
But I wish you were my mean, 
Midnight. 
I want to tell you, 
I haven't. 
Because I know what will 
happen. 
SNAP.
Walk away. 
But You know that too,
So why do you ask? 
It's you, 
Midnight. 
Shhh.

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Girls

We live behind chipped nail 
polish and smudgy makeup. 
None of us are perfect, and 
none of us are whole.

We let boys carry our heart 
away on their gallant white 
horses,
Completely aware that they're 
not our princes. 

We cry at romantic movies, 
Only because we know that 
that glamorous love 
Doesn't exist.

Our expectations are too high 
for our reality, 
And our hopes are larger than 
our dreams.

We often let our infatuation 
with boys make our decisions. 

Drama is the boat we ride
On our way to maturity, 
And jealousy is the iceberg
We can't avoid

Best friends are the people we 
call
When there's the littlest things 
that mean the world to us,
And we're dying to tell 
someone who cares.

We make big mistakes, 
Are we're all beautiful for it.
We all have similarities and 
differences, 
But we're all equal.

Our nail polish chips, 
And our makeup is never 
perfect.
We're girls.
And we're pretty amazing for 
it.

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Ghost

Hold me tighter
Hold me close
Tell me your secrets
Haunt me, your ghosts. 

Leave me lonely 
Leave me, scarred
Take my breath 
Take my heart. 

Speak only lies 
Speak only, hushed
Love me and leave me
Love me, then run. 

Break my heart 
Take it, too
Who needs a heart
No longer you. 

Hold me tighter
Hold me close
Love me, leave me
Please be my ghost.

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Lovely

Mope around, 
Quietly, quietly.
Don't make a sound,
Until you do. 
Unexpected, 
Scares me.
Look up, 
Eyes kind and innocent. 
Soft and pristine,
Light, quick. 
Unaware of the worlds hate.
Soft purr, 
A gentle song to sleep.
Kitty,
Why are you so lovely.

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Annoyance

I'd like to have some silence. 
Give me a little space, would you? 
Stop talking, I don't care. 
I need a little time. 
We need a little break. 
I find your eyes across the room. 
My hands reach out in front of me,
Only to strangle the thin air.

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Us

I let my hand hang free for taking, 
And you took it. 
The street was so barren and the air so bitter, 
But your thumb circled mine - 
As my mind circled the thought of us. 
Us. 
Such a sweetly simple term, 
Spoken so softy, spoken so new.
Yet there we were - hand in hand. 
We strolled aimlessly, 
Through the streets we'd grown up with, 
Mesmerized by each other's wild gaze. 

Little did we know that we each felt so much. 
We soon unlaced our fingers, 
And turned our separate ways - 
Summoned by our own insecurities. 
Both so young and afraid, 
Not yet willing to outgrow this silly phase, 
To turn us into something more. 
Us. 
Such a sweetly simple term, 
But spoken so hushed, as if forgotten - us.

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Indignation

Your voice, your fickle mind...
It makes me scream. 
I scream from inside out, 
With no noise escaping my mouth. 

Indignation closes my eyes,
Tired. 
I am so tired of screaming, 
Pretending to tolerate this. 

My heart is heavy with the rubbish.
You've gathered it, 
And I've hauled it along - 
Weighing down our drawn out affair.