I wrote you a poem

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I am paranoid
That you
Will like
Me back

You don’t want to do that

My spine is made up of orchid blooms
A skeleton thick with unwatered flowers
Discarded and no longer needy
Not asking for attention
Existing without it
But unhappy

The outer states
Like outer space
Like the glamour of inner space
The tranquility found in resilience
In you and me having coffee
The caffeine making us feel
In love

A temporary absence
Me missing you dearly
Notebook pages of the times I want to have
Tongue-tied over the phone
I want to see you lose your mind
Come on, I do it all the time
Your turn

You don’t want to do that

And you won’t
Not with me
Where you are safe

The man you are today

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Picking me up to go to the cinema
Strawberry frozen tart on my lips
You give me a thousand kisses
I think that this is what bliss is

The flower shop is closed so we make a detour
Find another place to spend our day
You know the things I like the most
You know I love to have my way

The plastic trees decay

A glowing silver bag with my cosmetics
Your personal belongings in a jar
I’m trying not to think about the future
Because it’s just too far

But I’m carefully listening
To every song lyric you play
Wondering if they’ve got to do with
The man you are today

I’ve got to be on my way

Scenic drives for later
Butter-like candle dreams
I think I’m missing something
You’re pulling me at the seams

No, there’s something in-between
It’s taking up all the headlights
A natural cause
A reason for applause

Romanticism

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I laughed because you thought you were ordinary

Things have been uneven between us
I make a joke, you keep a straight face
You keep things neat, my things I misplace
You’ve got such a cute face

Underwhelming at the least
Broken ties
The melodrama was a surprise
But your laidback mannerisms come by late in the afternoon to remind me that things can be simple
And for that I thank you in my mind

I love the way you lay back
Like you’re giving up on the world
But you’re not wilting in the least
We kiss twice and bike East
I’m always delighted to see you smile

Honestly I stumble backwards a bit
When you break away
It’s reminiscent of me to say
The things I spend days rehearsing
Cute boys are difficult to look straight at when telling the truth to

It’s our youth too

It’s paradise
The warm air feels nice
Your back is what I want to reach
As the sun’s rays infect me and you tell me it’s okay

That’d be a nice day
Can I have it my way

In conclusion,

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I think
Goodbyes
Should come
With flowers

Page that to all the men you know

How nice would it be to walk away with carnations, or roses, or my beloved peonies when the damage is done
(or partially over)
Doesn’t matter whose fault it is

The girl receives flowers

These are the new rules
To be followed
When things come to an end

Bad boys/ bitter state

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Taking pictures, before and after
Of me and you at our happiest
And me and you at our eventual state
The dark circles underneath our eyes
You, telling me not enough makeup in the world could hide my pits and falls
Me, curling up like a little child with my hands wrapped around my shins and my romantic pink maxi dress hanging wayside like I wore it on the wrong night
The wrong boy
The wrong time

Writing poetry at the bar setting
Swiveling in my chair anxiously
I don’t even know what a daiquiri is or what it is supposed to be
But I wonder how many it will take for me to convince myself that you’re not mean – you’re just a bad boy
And I’m a girl that likes bad boys
Always drawn to the drama and bruises
Waiting to see if you’re composed of that
But your conversation is flat
And I’m sitting and wishing I had said yes to the good guy

The right boy
The right time

Can’t always predict that right
Can’t always promise a good night
One day things will be alright

I can no longer take these risks