Not another cliché

I'd go days, sometimes weeks
without hearing from her..
She was bright, not cliched
like a lot of women her age.

She had an army of broken hearts behind her
seeking her help, and waiting for answers..
So while I was waiting for replies and returned calls,
she was busy fixing hearts and mending minds.

I wonder who SHE went to,
when she was in need.
Half the time I wanted to talk to her,
was just to see if she was okay.


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Thirst

He kept pouring pegs of whiskey              
one after the other                        
Alas,
It would never quench                    
the thirst called
Not being loved.

He could hear her heartbeats
long after she had gone
Little did he realize
That he had grown
so used to the voice of their beats together,
that he couldn't tell her's from his'.

And that what he heard,
wasn't her's.
But his own.


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The Perfect Contrast

Like fire you                         We are two fires that burn
Engulf me                              together,
Enrage me                             brighter than ever before
Overwhelm me
                                              Two oceans that upon
Like water                             collision,
you soothe me                       cause large waves of
                                              destruction.
Not 'like' air
You are my air                      Two birds that fly together,
I breathe you in                     towards an unknown
                                              horizon.
I am your earth                  
Your ground                         Two metals that fuse together,
Your firmness                       to form a perfect alloy.


                   Like a black and white movie,
                          We're the perfect contrast.
                    You are the embellishment to me. :')


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