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It's Odd.I've grown fond of you.

You don't always hold me after sex. It's because you're restless. And as much as I need it, I find that restlessness far more endearing.
You take so long to get used to me in your space. I find it sweet almost, how uncomfortable you get…and how the taut muscles in your back relax slowly as you watch me.
You don't think it necessary to care about my feelings. Instead you tell me as it is, exactly what you think of me. At times it hurts. Then I realize you're the only person who has ever been this honest with me.
You call me your friend sometimes. It hurts because I feel like that's all I'll ever be to you when

Describe What We Have, He SaidWhat we have is
a little bit of a fairytale,
a part of a story
and a taste of a slightly star crossed romance;
mixed in a half written sad song
written on pages of blue ink,
carried away in the wind.

It's beautiful,
it's a little broken,
but it's strong enough
to stand on it's own.

Just like us.

Girl with Eyes ShiningThere was once a girl with a broken heart. She nursed it but only a little. Her eyes always shone with tears. Her hands shook because of the weight she held in her tiny hands. She went to her mother. "Mother, my heart is broken. Will you fix it?"

Her mother looked down her nose at the little girl and said, "No. Not until you learn how to behave."

She looked down at her toes and a tear fell from her shining eyes. Still holding her heart in her hands, she looked at her father. "Father, my heart is broken. Will you fix it?"

Her father looked away from his newspaper for a moment, "It gets on my nerves when you cry. Go away."

The girl sadly cl

Inside Out"I think I wear my soul inside out."

"What?"

"My soul. It's inside out."

"That's…a strange thing to say."

"I have all the symptoms though."

"And what are the symptoms of this…disea-"

"It's not a disease."

"All right. What are the symptoms, then?"

"I care too much about all the wrong things, I worry about odd things, my heart breaks too easily and my brain feels a little too asymmetrical to the things that are supposed to be fun."

"Fun?"

"You know…parties and alcohol and…normal things. Like that."

"Oh."

"What?"

"Nothing. What do you care too much about?"

"Everything. Global warming. The whales. Aliens. Israel.

The Art of the MusicianIn most hearts the music echos
In the symphony of a broken soul

What is Hell?Hell is staring at a phone willing it to ring
just because you believe someone will keep
his forgotten promises.

Hell is calling someone
hoping they would be glad to hear from you
only to hear them say they will call you later.

Hell is understanding that you're temporary
even though you have already fallen in love
with the person who cannot love anymore.

Hell is being faithful to someone
without ever knowing if he ever will
be as faithful to you.

Hell is wandering on an empty road
After a truly awful fight which
didn't end in reconciliation

Hell is not realizing that the truck was heading
straight for you when your eyes were c

Before I DieDear World.

I am dying. I can feel every little bit of me disappear slowly, like beautiful bright marbles disappearing into an abyss. They had told me the darkness would consume me. I never thought that I would see myself fall so soon. I had...so many dreams. So many aspirations. I was going to sing, you see, I wanted to make the world smile. I was going to dance with my own Prince Charming. I was going to write books that made the whole world think.

I was supposed to be wonderful. I was supposed to be strong. Instead I am going to die.

I am going to die. Every part of me will perish. My voice will become hoarse. My eyes will lose their si

This AfternoonFall in love with me a little. And we'll spend the rest of our years in this afternoon.

My eyes will meet yours and look away. My hand will run through your hair and stop. My fingers will find yours and pull away, and then find yours again. We'll drink coffee and sit on stairs that end too quickly. The sunlight will highlight your profile a little too well. My skin will look a little too luminous.

I'm not a poet, my darling. Poets are decievers through refrain. Instead, I'll read you speeches from Shakespeare and enthrall you with my ancient eyes.

I'm not a poet, my sweet. Poets betray themselves in lyrical verse. Instead, I'll tell you st

Trust IssuesWhat if the reason your phone is busy is because you were talking to another girl?
What if the reason you are out is because you're picking up someone else?
What if the girl you insist is just a friend is something a hell of a lot more?
What if the reason you looked at your ex's profile online was because you miss her?
What if the conversation we just had was in front of another woman and you both laughed at me?
What if the trip I've taken is a way for you to run off with someone else?
What if you are so dead inside from the women who have cheated on you, that you just don't think much of it if you do it to me?
What if you don't care i

Blame Me.It's my fault we met that afternoon.
It's my fault that I wasn't looking for anything.
It's my fault that you were good to me then.
It's my fault that you told me that you would love me.
It's my fault that I fell in love with you despite not wanting to.
It's my fault you couldn't commit to me.
It's my fault that despite everything I had been through, I trusted you.
It's my fault I spoke about the rape.
It's my fault that I mentioned the pain.
It's my fault she died just when I had thought I could keep her.
It's my fault that you treat me like someone who needs you.
It's my fault you don't want me.
It's my fault that you never love

Lonely GirlI painted.
You said I'm wasteful.
I sang.
You said I couldn't hold a tune.
I wrote.
You said I made no sense.
I danced.
You said I had two left feet.
I cried.
You told me I was ugly.

I will be amazing one day.
Just to make all of you wonder why you didn't get to know me better.

Epiphany No. 289If I had known you before my heart had been broken once.
I would not have been the girl who you liked enough to say hello to.
If I had known you before my heart had been broken twice.
I would not have been the girl who understood your beautiful sad eyes.
If I had known you before my heart had broken thrice.
I would not have been the girl who felt your music in her sore heart.
If I had known you before my soul was ripped from me.
I would not have been the girl who appreciates you the way I do.

If I hadn't been damaged,
You would never have wanted to know me.

They say the universe works in mysterious ways.
And you, you are my mysteri

Dead WrongDear Boy with the Broken Eyes.

Just because they have always said it, things have always been difficult. And they are right. Life has always been difficult. Things will never happen the way you want them to happen. Broken hearts are so much easier to find than mended ones. And dreams? Well, if the world ran on dreams, we'd be building a whole new universe already, just to escape our own jaded one.

When I met you, you had already seen the worst of this world. They told you that you were not allowed to love because you couldn't do it the right way. They informed you that you weren't a poet, just a vagabond with tragic fingers on a broken inst

HappyYou looked. I glanced. We met. I smiled. You smiled back. A sentence here. A metaphor there. A memory we both found beyond repair. I shared. You listened. You shared. I heard. You paused. And then I kissed you.

We're happy.

Fingers pressed skin. Then danced apart. I teased. You laughed. You joked. I grinned. Stairwells were dreamcatchers. Stars were destinies. Guitars became epiphanies. More words. More memories. More to admit. More to regret. You were damaged. I was broken.

We're happy.

You stopped smiling. I didn't laugh. Words began to go unspoken. Regrets emerged. Fingers didn't touch. Lips faltered. Stairwells were nightmare holders.

Complicated"You know, personally speaking, I don't think you're really unwell at all."

"I'm sorry, are you the one who is sick or am I?"

"There is nothing wrong with you."

"Can you say that again?"

"I said, you aren't sick!"

"Whatever. The receptionist is calling me in, anyway."

"You're a hypochondriac."

"What?! Listen you-"

"Look, just go inside. I'm sure the doctor will say the same thing."

"Fine!"

*

"So. What did the doctor say?"

"That it's complicated."

"Complicated?"

"Yeah. They need to run more tests and figure it out."

"Really?"

"You sound skeptical."

"You told him that you only get 'sick' in history class."

"Yes."

"And about h

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He Was...

by *UntamedUnwanted, Mar 10, 2011, 7:13:14 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

He was unassumingly striking.
And he always made me feel magnificent.

He was beautifully broken.
And he always managed to make me smile.

He was wretchedly angry
And I never ever saw him in a temper.

He was sarcastically humourous.
And he never tried to outwit me.

He was always unhappy.
And he was forever happy when I was around.

He was my Anakin Skywalker.
And he didn't turn to the dark side for me, or for anyone else.

But for himself.

He Was...by *UntamedUnwanted

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

©2011-2013 *UntamedUnwanted

Love and Loss. That is what I work with best, then.

(Also, huge Star Wars fan.)

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~skruffy123 Aug 4, 2012 Professional General Artist

I love that you appreciate what you do, the allusion is great, and for the finale a kind of love that few know.

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~dracoholic13 Aug 3, 2011 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

....i am speechless

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~kuma13216 Jul 30, 2011 Student General Artist

I cannot explain how much your words speak to me. I have repeatedly hit the Favorite button. <3

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*UntamedUnwanted Jul 31, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you for taking the time to read my work. Thank you.

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~fire-angel79 Jul 9, 2011 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

I have very much gone on a favorite rampage with your writing, but this one worked amazing with the Star Wars Reference. It feels terrible to watch someone you trusted destroy everything you once knew and loved.

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*UntamedUnwanted Jul 9, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Awwww, thank you. I loved writing this one, personally. Anakin Skywalker is both tragic and so selfish in my eyes.

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~Seinn Mar 18, 2011 Student Writer

This poem completely came together for me with the Star Wars allusion. That was so wonderful and witty. XD

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*UntamedUnwanted Mar 18, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks. I loved Star Wars...and don't we all have a relationship which went a little Anakin Skywalker on us?

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