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 May 2017 S O P H I E
J
How did I love you?
In case you didn't know
I loved you in such a way
Would collect all the fireflies in a jar
Outshine the stars in the skies
Just to see your beautiful eyes
I sit,
I wait.
Wait for the darkness to leave.
It will leave someday,
All I have to do is ignore it.

But the darkness just keeps growing,
In my head,
And in my life.
One bad thing after another.

I see a small light,
But it's to far away to reach.
I need help,
I need good.

Will anyone be my good?
The good and light in my life?
I can't reach the light,
But maybe,
Just maybe,
The light can reach me.

In a room inside my head surrounded by black,
The light is reassuring.
Even if I will never join the light,
It helps me cope with my darkness.
Knowing that there are people who have light,
Instead of dark,
Makes it easier to live with myself.
I am in a dark place, but my friends are my light.
 May 2017 S O P H I E
Ryan Holden
My mind begins to whisper and speak,
Bizarre stories, grotesque honesty,
"It's only true love you ever seek"
Tearing myself apart constantly.

When illusions always perceive me,
My mind stays forever incomplete,
If small details were so plain to see,
Intercepting your cold hearted feet.
I wish I would just cease to exist
Evaporate into nothingness
I want to become tiny water droplets
To be the moisture in the air

I wish to follow the wind
Over the mountains and fields
I want to be the blue in the ocean
And the green in the trees

I wish to fade into the wet grass
Of being nothing more than a whisper
I want to fade out of your memory
Leaving only an echo of a heartbeat
Love letters and suicide notes
Torn out page
Scrap of life
No one stopping
To read the last lines
Forgotten envelopes
Lost life post
Another dead heart
Another souls ghost
Everyone dying
To find themselves a home
After writing their
Letters and notes
Just so they
Could feel less alone
If you fall in love with a writer
Be prepared for heartbreak.
Those writers, they are hopeless romantic.
They love, not just with heart
But body, and soul; They love
With their words, and all things old.
And yet, they do not know often
How to use those words, unless through a pen.
Their silence will hurt you
Not once, but over and over again.

If you fall in love with a writer
There is no happily ever after.
They'll push and pull away from you
Those writers, they'll run and hide.
Then write about you, for you, only you
And arise; But it's a vicious cycle
And you cannot get by.
For some writers do not know happy,
For others, ever after is a myth.
They know their hearts, but not their minds,
I apologize but it is the bitter truth.

If you fall in love with a writer
Be ready to live forever.
You become their only words
And their words become only you.
Pages after pages of them inked
Maybe, a spoken few.
Whether you will it or not
You're their only truth, all else is a lie.
Because as the saying goes -
*"If a writer falls in love with you,
You can never die."
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