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god cried for us that afternoon
on the rocks, if I could be so
selfish; you had your hands
grasping at my empty vapors before
I’d had the chance to whisper
to you.          I see you
                shaking. I know you’re
                hungry and I know
                the temperature of your
                eyes when you lie. you
                said you were lonely.
half-truths are the essence
of symbiotic relationships, your
fingers trailing along my hips,
glacier blue eyes holding me
still. the rapids churned. god
cried for me that afternoon.

he was selfish, too.
i'm not as sad as my poems make me seem
i'm just as used by everyone i trust
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IyraEMM Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
what a brilliant atmosphere, love this :heart:
JWA2277 Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
one complaint only... God is a name and should have a  capital G, unless plural and deliberately an abject thing like demi-gods

If you need a friend. you can speak to me.
JWA2277 Featured By Owner Aug 20, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Inference of abuse? By a lover ?
shep4life Featured By Owner Aug 3, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
and I know
                the temperature of your 
                eyes when you lie.

This is a striking line
neonsquiggle Featured By Owner Jul 18, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I love it so, so much. So raw and beautiful. 
zoefletcher Featured By Owner Jul 8, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Oh my. My heart churns. Can a heart churn? Apparently so. Beautiful as ever, Maddie. This is one of the poems that makes me want to write it all across my body, all along the walls of every building in sight because it is just so beautiful and I want everyone to read it and I want /him/ to read it and it resonates with me so much I want to tear something out of my chest. You always resonate with me (and, by the looks of the comments on your poems, so many others) so strongly that for a moment it feels like I can echolocate Wink/Razz I do hope things are going okay with you. If the need should ever arise, I'm always happy to flood you with cyberhugs :hug :hug :hug :hug :hug or less overbearing things.
(Apologies if this comment doesn't make complete sense or is a little overbearing. I am very tired and now emotional. Anyway, I love you so. And I hope you are okay. I only meant to show my intense appreciation for this poem, your writing in general, and your existence as a whole.) catching love 
Contradictory55 Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2014  Student Writer
introverted-ghost Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2014   Writer
This is lovely.

I hope you're doing all right. :heart:
haphazardmelody Featured By Owner Jul 5, 2014  Hobbyist Writer This poem blows me away.

I really do hope you are okay. :heart:
IntraSect Featured By Owner Jul 3, 2014
Inferences forge worry.
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July 3, 2014


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