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And all I can think is, I want her. I want Ray.

She was mine! ' My love, wait for me '

My jaw slips free from her grip, then my face falls forward like a puppet with slackened cords. One hour she remains, speaking poems out loud with a singing sort of voice. Poems that speak of affection and what it means to let go. Every syllable stings like a pinprick. Still, I hold my ground. Not even a twitch. Deep under currents, I rest like rock, while her lines move past without sinking in. Once she goes, my hair gets a single stroke. Hers. Claiming it somehow. Sleep is what she wants for me now. Tomorrow we start fresh

I just wanted to be his bad girl. To me, his love is warmth, comfort, and peace. He was all I wanted. I only wished we weren’t in hiding. I would have painted the world red with his fire and cooled it down with my ice. I grabbed my note pad which was always with me and wrote another poem while he observed curiously. I’m your ice and you, my fire You light me up Give my heart the heat it desires Your love is red hot But don’t worry Blue and white are my favorite colors

She is the woman I waited for. ***

Tragedy of souls that binds, that blinds, and all the wounds she gave me, wounds that I don’t mind, wounds I don’t hide, I confide, and just want our bodies to collide, and make her mine. Say you hate me, say you want to kill me, but never say, you want to leave me. ​ If I vanish one day, remember to find me in your heart. If I could give you the world, I would. I should, But you are my world so, how I could? The way she moves her hair, like she’s calling for me. The way her laughter fills the room, I want to go deaf to the world’s gibberish.

I m coming for you.

But for her? I want to be.

separated her from the lover. "I have another one titled How do I love thee. Elizabeth Barret Browning. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

A great piece from a super lover," she added with an emoji of a heart. She sends her own poem eager to show him how she too, was a literary queen and how much she felt alive reading the words that had come out of his heart to her—his emotions bleeding on ink and paper. She calls it 'Heart songs for Nat' Heart songs for Nat. A butterfly flapping it’s wings in lightless, undulating flight, so do i fly into a daydream miraculously clear, with you. A colony of bees busied by the aromatic beckon of that sweet nectar, so do i busy my soul with the bliss of your joyful presence. A gathering of white heaven lilies, a lamb or dove in its rest, so do i lay in pure innocence in bed with you. The cresce