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Why can’t we just be friends?

Because every time I get near you,

I want to hold you close,

caress your cheek.

I want to kiss you,

whisper sweetness into your ear,

caramalize your mind,

so that your thoughts are always sweet.

When it comes to you,

I’m a crack addict who fiends for your affection;

you get me high.

But when I’m around you,

your mind spins in a million different directions,

and all I can think about is catching you when you fall.

Today.

Ten hours straight.

I thought of you.

You’re in my arms, it’s all I can focus on, just this feeling of whole.

When I’m like this, I can put my head down, just to listen to you breath.

I hold you a little closer and a little tighter.

I’m here, for you.

I take another breath.

You let go; you’re leaving.

“It made me cry”;

the last thing I read from you.

The last thing I read from you,

it almost made me cry.

You’re across the street,

and I won’t look away.

I call you, to hear what I don’t want to hear. You answer with a hello, you hear my voice, it goes quiet. Collecting your thoughts you begin to speak, the words you’ve been practicing, you ask me to listen. I expected everything you said, prepared myself, and commited to feeling fine. Fine is what I expected; fine would’ve been fine. Tears, hearing them break and weave like shattered glass hashing through your words, I didn’t expect. Those tears, don’t make everything fine. You ask me to say something, anything, just so you don’t have to feel like an idiot.…

Those words that I let slip away so gently, have stumbled back in place. All those thoughts while frozen, have unthawed and flow; a fresh spring. I have found what I wanted to say; “A moments embrace with you, creates a void in everything that surrounds, and fills that emptiness in me.” Well it’s true, there’s something about you, that keeps me up at night. When your hands rushed through my hair, you tore down the walls I’ve set up. The ones I spent days building to keep you out, pressing right through, thoughts just begin to flood back. What…

Eric Jacobs stepped out onto the centre line of the number 3 highway. A specific spot, at the end of a quick corner. In the other direction, far in the distance, the pavement almost looked wet, as it would on any other hot summers day. This was the least of his fascinations, though. What was on his mind was something out of the ordinary, as if he was in a trance. All he saw was the yellow line, fading in the distance, almost mocking him. This was the last thing he wanted to see in his life again. He was…

Under the moonlight, in the company of a million stars, 4 AM in faded denim, noises of night were sparse, There I stood, barely over five feet small, You hovered above me, about 6 feet tall, You cradled me as I lay on your chest, Escaping our past fates, of loneliness, The perfect rhythm in your heartbeat, it never skips a note, I listened to your steady breath, as I felt my soul afloat, Your hand lay carefully yet perfectly in mine, That touch will forever send electricity down my spine, Your words are the sweetest of poetry - they’re…

I’m afloat, A thousand thoughts pulse through my brain, I get stares from pedestrians, quietly telling me I’m insane, The simplest things are bringing the most interest, Like the Thai restaurant sign, and the colour of my dress, Things seem to be going smoothly, When I’m used to spending each day so clumsily, But madness is genius, and imperfection is beauty, So said from the raddest part of the community, The words ring true, There’s delusions going around, like a case of the flu, Like the delusion of reality, and maturity, Dude, really? Can’t we all be decent people, Stop…

She screams in my ear so loud I cannot hear. She shuts me down, and lets me drown. She wants me to go her way; She wants me to make it her day. I cannot seem to be able to figure out why she cries. I do not know why she wants to die. She takes control, and the only thing that gets her away is Tylneol. When things don’t go hier way, she goes insane. She hears things you know? Everything. That hardest part for her is letting go. One day, I know she will be herself someday. It…

Planes were always meditative for Ebony Forsyth. They rumbled and shook until she felt her skin peel off into a new creature ready to explore the foreign tastes of new soil. She closes her eyes and tries to let herself shed her skin but her stomach protests with strange acrobatics. This expedition is different. This time the two seats next to her are filled with strangers instead of her parents. Ebony has completely left the familiar crib of her hometown, the protective bars formed from stretching mountains. As the wheels touch down onto the runway she is officially alone. She…

Ungrown woman walking tall Walking along streets flushed with unnamed entities who’ve been here days and nights and lifetimes long common as the clambering of feet the thrush of traffic the endless directions to be pursued An ungrown woman here - childhood spirit regarded, safe-guarded with womanly retrospect - the fringes of her tampered by daytime drunks then, those hardened city folk: stiff faced, collars upturned ice cold as city cement sickly with October frost The sleep refused scenes hidden in forbidden crevices simple nooks of the wide city attended by the drifting, listless, party hardened souls of those engrossed…