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Breaking Un-made promises

I hate him I hate him because I still love him and no matter how hard I try I still want to be with him but he obviously doesn't want me and he's making that very clear. I hope you read this I hope you know it's about you. You're hurting me You once wanted to promise that you'd never do that But you don't make promises You can't keep.
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I Dare You

It's like he doesn't belong here. He belongs somewhere else Somewhere different Somewhere better He's what I'd call unworldly Overcome with the consciousness of how he's staring at me Making me feel as if I should impress him with my breath I've never met anyone quite like you I have to resist casting my eyes Slipping my fingers through yours Leaning in when you're close My mind drifts to darker, secret places Where your lips touch mine Dreams in the darkest of nights I wish I had a fix for you Yet your energy makes my insides quiver You fascinate me, you confuse me You annoy me, you inspire me Every time I ache to tell you And let you inside I want to share the air in my lungs with you I want you to hold me too tight Your eyes to find their way to mine Corrupt me with their stories I'm lucky I can still stand you Feeling this way when you're around Whispers of warm breath on my skin I shiver to r...

Water

Water There once was a girl With long pale hair And eyes like the sea When she sang The mountains swayed When she danced The stars sighed When she played The Gods laughed She knew many things And many things knew her The girl with pale hair and eyes that could see She danced for Gods and Goddesses And they loved her So they named her Water For she was smooth like the current Powerful like the tide And beautiful as the waves One God fell in love with her And presented her with Air Another dancer With moves light and quick But she was Water And when she danced with Air She froze So Water denied the God And danced alone The God returned again Enamored with Water And presented her with Fire A singer whose voice could spark anyone’s heart But she was Water And when she sang with Fire She whistled instead So she denied his gift And sang alone The God was angry He was sad that she denied his gifts But before he gave up He tried again And gave her Eart...

The Impulse

The Impulse All those crazy thoughts Ripping through your skin Every time you see it That one thing that makes you Perfect The one person that makes you Invincible That one feeling that makes you Pulse, through each and every boundary Wrecking all the rules Forgetting all your senses Not knowing what is up or down All you know is this Feeling The fire rushing through your veins The wind whipping your heart The angel and devil on your shoulder Once in a lifetime do they agree Follow it, Break it, Lose it, Fight for it So that every day is like the 4th of July So the constellations turn into fireworks And the world becomes a playground Because every battle you win doesn’t matter You’ve already won the war. -Ella

The Wolf

The Wolf Something about it hums with life Encased in cut glass and concrete I half expect to see it breathing Life-like perfection, it howls to a ceiling covered moon Beauty in shards I wait until it bites at me Snarls and raises its hackles Draws back its ears and becomes real Not just the sculpture I see But the wolf I can feel I stand before it Eyes piercing layers of reality I can see it shake and tremble "Come alive" I whisper Half afraid it will Half taunting it to obey When I reach a timid finger forward To caress its broken coat My head flutters Still swooning I make my way counterclockwise Reeling from whatever hold it has on me That let's me see past what is being seen Am I challenging it to be awake? Or am I affirming the common belief That while art can breathe It cannot come alive. -Ella Hastings

What We Cannot Do Apart

Apart I cannot ask “do you miss me?” of course he does. But he'll never say it I cannot say “please stop flirting with her” since it's not my place anymore I cannot call myself his girl because he doesn't call me it himself I cannot say “I love you” because he won't return it I cannot ask to see him, although it's the one thing I want its the last thing he can stand I cannot tell him how much this hurts me Because it hurts him just the same -Eleanor

Alright

Alright willing yourself to fall asleep When you know that there is no one beside you That's the hardest Helping him move out It was like I was tearing down pieces of my heart Like love notes off a mirror And I knew I know That I have to be strong But all I keep thinking is how empty I feel When his arms aren't around me How much I ache inside when I remember that he won't say “I love you” Or call me his “pretty girl” again because we're not strong enough apart So he packed his bags and we separated our hearts But there are so many things I still love about him Like the first time I finally went with him to the gym How his eyes lit up when he first saw me When he talked about turning he and I into "we" How he makes a difference when he walks into a room How his smile looks like a crescent moon How when his arms wrapped around me I felt completely safe The crook of his arm and his neck. My safe pla...