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You Are The One
You are the one that can make me jealous just by mentioning another girl's name, and can make me feel beautiful simply by smiling at me.
You are the one that can ruin my whole day by forgetting to call, and can make my day with a five-minute conversation.
You are the one that causes me to judge all others by your perfect standards.
You are the one that is the most captivating, motivating, and entrancing to me.
You are the one that invades my nightmares to make them wonderful, and invades my good dreams to make them completely heavenly.
You are the one that occupies my mind at all times, stealing away my attention from the insignificant things, and making the significant things seem less daunting.
You are the one, the only one that I find absolutely gorgeous and handsome, that I could look at for an eternity and a day, and never tire of it.
You are the one that inadvertently makes me feel guilty when I merely look at another boy.
You are the one that I want to be with always, and miss a
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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