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If only he would look at me. Look at me the way I look at poetry.

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I’m afraid to let lightening strike me, but I think you and I could be the perfect storm.
MOOMER

Afraid Light Myself Perfection Storm Strike Thinking
These walls are so high, but I refuse to be a prisoner of my past.
MOOMER

High Myself Past Prison Wall
When you’d hurt, I’d rush to your side. When I’d hurt, you’d hide.
MOOMER

Difference Hide Hurt Side Yourself
I finally found the peace of mind, that let me erase that piece of time.
MOOMER

Mindset Myself Peace Pieces Time
Sometimes its easier to focus on the pain you’ve felt. Instead, think of the strength you’ve gained.
MOOMER

Easy Feeling Pain Strength Thinking Time Yourself
I hope hearing my name makes you break. Not all at once, but little by little.
MOOMER

Break Myself Name Yourself
She brought the kind of light that was similar to the sun right after it rains.
MOOMER

Herself Kind Light Rain Right Sun
Like deep water, she was silent. His lips tasted of salt. He was both addicting and bitter all at once.
MOOMER

Addiction Himself Lips Silence Taste Water
And just like the leaves in the fall, she fell, too. And it changed her. And it was wonderful.
MOOMER

Change Fall Leaves Wonderful
People do not change for other people. They will only change for themselves.
MOOMER

Change People Transformation
The beautiful yet chaotic irony of it all is that; because of you, I lost myself, and yet, because of you, I found myself.
MOOMER

Beautiful Chaos Lost Myself Yourself
You were the type of person who would put bandaid over a knife wound, and casually as if I was okay.
MOOMER

Casual Myself Person Wound Yourself
What a miracle it is, that she never strayed from that light, that she always knew she would reach.
MOOMER

Herself Light Miracle Reach
She decided to name the stars. And as each one fell from the sky, her body got warmer. Her heart opened.
MOOMER

Body Decision Heart Herself Name Sky Stars Warmth
You don’t know what you don’t want, until you know better. Give yourself some grace.
MOOMER

Better Grace Yourself
She stopped letting him clip her wings, and slowly made her way towards the sun.
MOOMER

Himself Slow Stop Sun Wings

If only he would look at me. Look at me the way I look at poetry.

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