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cerridwen-moreau · 10 months
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Your Love?
Love?
Love is like a rose.
It can be beautiful.
It can be painful.
On the outside it seems perfect.
In reality?
It is much more than vibrant petals.
But I wouldn't describe your love like that.
Your love?
Your love is more like foxglove.
It is something I always go back to.
It is a poison affecting my heart.
On the outside I let myself believe it is perfect.
In reality?
It is much more than fake vibrant smiles.
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cerridwen-moreau · 11 months
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Cold
My hands are cold.
I have told you this before,
yet today, you ask
how cold?
I reply,
cold as death.
You wait for more.
You wait,
and wait
and wait
and finally, I give.
My hands, cold as death, could never be warm.
You ask me
why?
I reply,
who would warm them?
You whisper
I would.
And suddenly, I am no longer cold.
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cerridwen-moreau · 11 months
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Craving
I want you.
You and all that comes with you.
Every word.
Every touch.
Every smile.
Every kiss.
Every look.
Every hug.
Every joke.
Every movement leaves me wanting for more.
At first, I was scared to admit it.
At first, I thought it was wrong.
At first, I suppressed the feeling.
But I cannot suppress it now.
You are to blame.
you taught me it was okay.
I no longer judge this feeling.
I crave the whole of your existence.
I crave the insanity of your mind.
I crave the feel of your warmth.
I crave the touch of your skin.
I crave the sound of your voice.
I crave the taste of your lips.
I crave every bit of you.
I crave you.
And that is something I can no longer hide.
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cerridwen-moreau · 11 months
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Your Oath
Your eyes vow to never stop looking at my skin.
Your hands promise never to stop holding me.
Even your voice seems to whisper infinity in my ear.
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cerridwen-moreau · 1 year
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Fireworks
you speak
and speak
and I get lost in the sound of your voice
and that's when words fail,
but fireworks prevail.
you walk
and walk
and I get lost in the way your body moves
and that's when words fail,
but fireworks prevail.
you stare
and stare
and I get lost in the color of your eyes
and that's when words fail,
but fireworks prevail.
you lean
and lean
and I get lost in the feel of your lips against mine when they finally collide
and that's when words fail,
but fireworks prevail.
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cerridwen-moreau · 1 year
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Locked away for none to see,
I hide inside this box.
But now I realize you're wrong,
and you are like a fox.
Words and strings are fragile things,
things that raise the stakes.
But now I've come to realize,
they're things that I must break.
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cerridwen-moreau · 1 year
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My Dream
I wish I could travel
far, far away.
But then,
I remember,
I have responsibilities,
an image,
an act,
and my dream fades away.
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cerridwen-moreau · 1 year
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What is Love?
I always thought love was death. Killing yourself for another person. Feeling the hole in your chest grow with every decision. Knowing that nothing matters.
I have realized that love is life. Continuing to live for another person. Feeling the warmth of summer in the middle of winter. Knowing that your happiness stems from theirs.
I am only aware of this because of you. You and your ability to make me feel alive.
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cerridwen-moreau · 1 year
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My Thoughts
My head is loud, my heart is heavy, I doubt I make his hands this sweaty.
So here I sit, in open field, wondering how long it takes to heal.
I stare at blue, I wish I'd die, I take a breath and wonder why.
With my pen, I write a book, I fear that he will take a look.
I write some more, I draw his eyes, I hope, to me, he doesn't lie.
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cerridwen-moreau · 1 year
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Love
The wind howls and beckons.
It calls to me.
I cry tears of sadness,
tears of agony,
tears of guilt.
But no amount of tears can fix what I've done.
No amount of words could explain how I feel.
There is nothing I can say,
nothing I can do to prove my love.
As much as I wish for a way,
the affect you have on me is unexplainable.
It is incomparable to anything else.
If love is what this is, then I have never loved.
If love is what this is, then I have committed deceit.
If love is what this is, then I have loved you since the day we met.
I will love you past death.
I will always love you.
I will always be affected.
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cerridwen-moreau · 1 year
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We Are...
I am death.
I sit outside the window.
Watching.
Waiting.
Scanning for possibilities.
Leaving those who are ready.
Taking those who are not.
He is life.
He stands at the front door.
Observing.
Anticipating.
Looking for opportunities.
Greeting those who are ready.
Nurturing those who are not.
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cerridwen-moreau · 1 year
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my name
I always hated my name.
But the way you said it that day,
I learned to love every syllable.
Only because of you.
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cerridwen-moreau · 1 year
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For So Long
I have believed, for so long, that I am a problem.
I have been told, for so long, that this is the truth.
I have wondered, for so long, whether I am really human.
I have felt, for so long, as if I am wrong.
I have known, for so long, that I am different.
I have prayed, for so long, to someone who is no longer here.
I have lied, for so long, about how I truly feel.
I have hoped, for so long, that you would come back.
I have dreamt, for so long, of holding your face.
I have wished, for so long, to see you again.
I have missed, for so long, the touch of your skin.
I have ran, for so long, away from your love.
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cerridwen-moreau · 1 year
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Ache
My heart is in my chest.
My emotions are in my head.
Yet still the ache I feel for you,
keeps me in this bed.
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cerridwen-moreau · 2 years
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Lost In Found Poetry
Long nights with no sleep,
from my fear creeping inside.
Trust me and take my hand.
I'm nothing without you.
The truth is you could slit my throat,
to get you through another day.
That’s okay ‘cause I’ve got no self-esteem. 
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cerridwen-moreau · 2 years
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Would You?
If I ran to you
with smiles and hugs,
would you stay?
If I came to you
with ideas and ambitions,
would you stay?
If I told you
every story,
would you stay?
If I showed you
what I show everyone,
would you stay?
But...
If I ran to you
with tears and snot,
would you run?
If I came to you
with broken will,
would you run?
If I told you
every secret,
would you run?
If I showed you
all of me,
would you run?
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cerridwen-moreau · 2 years
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as much as
I wonder
sometimes
if I am a bad person.
You assure me I am not,
but
I assure myself that I am.
You tell me there is nothing wrong,
and
as much as you are right,
you are wrong.
No,
there is nothing wrong with me.
Yes,
there is something happening.
Thoughts that spiral,
and spiral,
and spiral.
You tell me it is a problem because I indulge them.
You tell me that if I ignore then I will be fine.
You tell me that it will be hard but it is possible,
and
as much as you are right,
you are wrong.
I have lived this way my entire life.
Problem?
I'm sure I make it seem that way,
but no,
it is not a problem.
Have I ever truly indulged?
I'm sure I make it seem that way,
but no,
I still have all my fingers.
Ignoring them does not seem like an option.
These thoughts come.
These thoughts linger.
I can focus on something else if I try,
but ignoring them is not truly ignoring.
Hard, but possible?
I wonder if you truly know about the things in my head.
Your advice has not helped,
so
as much as you are right,
you are wrong.
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