Won't you tell me sweet words, whisper in my ear -like a secret only we know- with that voice laces with honey and sugar and candy? Won't you hold me to your chest, engulf me in your scent, take me away and hold me just a little tighter, until the feeling lingers when we have to part? Let me feel the leftovers of how sweet on me you are, make me remember you every time I smile. Make me linger a bit when I'm outside your door. Won't you call my name? Tell me not to leave, hold my hand just a little longer, a little tighter, lovingly, softly, fleeting, like our meetings in the twilight moon. Won't you tell me sweet words, whisper in my

Hurt by MakoUzumaki2461, literature

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Hurt

It hurts. It rips and scratches at the hairs of my skin screeches in my ears nips at my cheeks and grabs me by the heart. It claws at the cavity in the back of my head echoing through my veins bloody at my fingertips smokey glazed over dark like night in the eyes dry lips that pick at your insecurities clammy hands sweat dripping down the nape of my neck a voice that traps itself deep at the bottom of my throat trying desperately to escape leaking quietly in my chest dissolving into the poison at the pit of my s

Broken Hearted by MakoUzumaki2461, literature

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Broken Hearted

Broken hearted but silent in cracking a dull kind of pain that heats up in my brain. It itches but it's hard to reach. It's close but too far to feel. It hurts but it's long to heal, it's twisted but it's inflexible-- too stiff to change. A path that walks itself, straight in perspective-- as forward is the only way to go-- but crooked in nature and winding to say the least. Indoor voice, level of a whisper too jarring to ignore. Like when you peek through the window and you can't hear a thing but the girl who forgot to close her curtains can't be forgotten. Aching, creaking, but oiling it won't be enough. Maintenence light switched on nee

Untitled, after all by MakoUzumaki2461, literature

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Untitled, after all

I think about the times we were together, and a lot of memories mash up. Sometimes, it hits me so suddenly I get overwhelmed and have to stop what I'm doing for about 10 seconds just to catch up with reality, and when I finally do I just laugh because I know she'd tell me I was thinking too much. If you asked me who she was, the most I could conjure up was her laugh, which was weird because if I had a machine that relayed my thoughts like an mp3, there probably wouldn't be a sound. To say I don't remember was wrong, because I remember it, but even if I had some kind of way to replicate it, I wouldn't be able to remember the sound. It's somet

Comprehension by MakoUzumaki2461, literature

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Comprehension

It wasn't that hard to comprehend. One day it just wasn't there anymore, the love. And a part of her wanted to stop it, desperately, but nothing can really win against that constant, nagging doubt. A doubt that rests itself at the bottom corner of your heart, echoing deep inside you. Tugging at things that numb the feeling at the tips of your fingers and the space behind your ears. And the air just seems a little bit colder. But she didn't cry. She wanted to, but she didn't. Because it wasnt that hard to comprehend. She just didn't want to.

A Romance Like That by MakoUzumaki2461, literature

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A Romance Like That

You want a romance like that, but you won't even give it a chance: you'll push it away, because you know that you're not ready for it and no matter how much you want to be, you aren't, and it scares you to bits. Because even though a little wear and tear never killed anybody, it doesn't mean it didnt hurt. And even though it's no pain no gain, sometimes the gain isn't really worth it in your eyes. And it's just that you're so scared, the particles on your skin start to squirm, pricking at a lot of things like your self confidence and worth. And you want a romance like that, but you wont even give it a chance. Because you know that no matte

Claim by MakoUzumaki2461, literature

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Claim

I claim that I am a poet. I claim that I am a creator a stringer of words a thread that sews poetry. In my world, I claim that I am glory. I am famous, I am known. I claim that in my world, I am past, present, and future. I claim that I am here, I claim that I am an artist, that draws directly into your brain, because a word weighs differently when you're a different person from me. I claim that my life is a musical, because it sings to me, and does a little dance number. I claim that I am a poet. And I tell you now, these claims will be be filed

A Hurt Kind of Cry by MakoUzumaki2461, literature

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A Hurt Kind of Cry

When I turned to look to you you were crying. And your face was a little red, and I might've seen some snot, and it wasn't like in the movies where it's just one stream of tears. There were so many streams and there were so many tears staining the cheeks of your face and you were desperately trying to wipe it off; wipe it all away, but the hurt was still there and your lips were puckered-- sometimes you'd show your teeth when you were clenching them so hard-- unclenching them to breathe. Because you were trying so hard to just not make a sound, when I knew you wanted to just scream and scream and the crying was getting to you and your

It's just a little heartbreak. by MakoUzumaki2461, literature

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It's just a little heartbreak.

It's just a little heartbreak. The kind that sort of cracks into you and the little crumbly parts are gone, but the rest of you is still mostly there, I guess. I mean when you look at your hand you can see a lot of lines. So many lines, you really have to wonder how these all came about. And then you think about it and your skin is just like that from a lot of factors: your hand moving around so much, from holding and punching and hitting and smoothing and twisting and turning and patting and petting and writing and painting and feeling just touching and just so many things that you do with your hands. And they're lots of lines, making t

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