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  Mar 2015 Abigail Kruke
Gwen
1.  I just couldn't stop myself from falling and suddenly realized, I didn't want to.

2. Thank you for making my time feel worth something.

3. This is the third time I've wrote this and it still doesn't explain much...I'm sorry.

4. I haven't slept for two weeks because of you and I hope you still think I'm cute with these bags under my eyes.

5. All the ***** couldn't drown my love for you and never once did it make me forget your name; only my own.

6. There are over one million thoughts going through my head everyday, and I still haven't mastered the art of putting them on paper but maybe one part of this will mean something.

7. It's hard for me to explain what's going through my head right now...but I've thinking about you all night.

8. I just had to say this before it was too late but hell, I'm barely on time for class each day.

9. I wanted to wait for the perfect time, but that wait would last forever.

10. I don't know how to be alone and I hoped someday that you'd fill in the empty space in my bed.

11. My hands are shaking and I don't know if I am scared, nervous or anxious; but I know this time I won't chicken out.

12. I just had to get this weight off my chest and god, I almost forgot what it was like to really breathe.

13. I am tired of being afraid.
These are from letters I have actually written.
Yes, some are from suicide notes I wrote in a dark time.
Which ones are from the pain of losing yourself, or the pain of telling someone you love them, risking losing them forever.
Abigail Kruke Mar 2015
my parents warned me about drugs on the street
and bad things,
but they forgot to tell me about
beautiful boys with blue eyes that cut deep,
and whose hands can take a soul,
oh god, how they forgot to tell me
how he’d make me feel
breakdowns
Abigail Kruke Mar 2015
rain,
peaceful, calm  
pouring, pounding, dripping
cloudburst, drizzle, vapor, condenses
murking, glooming, falling  
shimmering, thin
mist.
Abigail Kruke Mar 2015
Oh how I remember..
"come dance with me in the old green field"
letting go of the the things we feel
let our bodies sway to a soulful tune…

with these colors pale,  
and your eyes aglow
tell me the secrets of long ago..

follow me down to the river slow
use those tired hands to mend our souls..
____________

I’ll go down to the old green field
and hold fast to these things I feel
let my body sway to this soulful tune..

those colors pale
my eyes misty blue
remembering the things that I told you..

I’ll walk down to the river slow
take these tired hands
and try and mend my soul..
Abigail Kruke Mar 2015
Roadways upstairs, collide in my mind
Drowning my tomorrows, yet they found how to survive
Living divided, between things living and dead
I'll take my dance with death,
for I no longer mind the chance
Abigail Kruke Feb 2015
I want to be the cold
tracing your body
shaking your bones

I want to be the warmth
kissing your skin
leaving trails of want

I want to be a thought
filling your mind
touching your heart
one of these days I'll show these to you
Abigail Kruke Feb 2015
butterflies share secrets in your garden.  
while the fresh air fills our lungs
free in the clear fall day today.
and as the warmth grows on
your sun kissed cheeks
I look at your eyes, laughing

warm breezes blow through my hair
the endless blue sky
almost as endless as dreams
stretches out over the hill  

the blushing trees undress themselves
as we watch, unaware.

the bursts of colors falling around our bodies
encases you and I in a world all for us

heart beats quicken
unsure of what to do

so we start breathing, reaching
for the same air
trying to find the secret reason inside of each other.
*-A.s.K
about you again
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