shannon wright

please be my vampire,
my blood is in these pages.

let my words be your drink
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Bury my name under your tongue
the way I will bury yours
because if my name escapes your lips
surely your heart will call out to mine
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As my image fades
You love my voice
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I have to keep reminding myself to forget you.
Forget you and me.
(Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, think happy thoughts.)
You wanted me to promise to never say it again
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how often have I thought I knew what happiness was?
always in the future, just beyond my reach.
how many times have I arrived at my destination
to realize something is still wanting?
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how do I explain to people
that you were my future?
that you are my ex-fiance
and best friend?
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a soldier coming home
he gets off the bus and looks around
families are being reunited
and lovers are kissing
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How can I live each day as if it were my last
When I haven’t had my first

How can you hold my heart
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My heart askew and my brain out of place
I narrowly escape insanity on a daily basis
fuzzy clouds of sorrow and regret
that I lay my head on each night
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drunk and alone on a saturday night
a few glasses of wine is all it takes
its feels so good to ease the pain
he's thousands of miles away
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how do I write about our love?
as if it can be captured in a bottle
or kept quiet in a small cage.
there are no words
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I will always be your friend.
As long as you will let me.
But is our friendship just to disguise our true
feelings?
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exquisite tenderness would best
define this love we have
exquisite in every sense of the word
and tender to a fault
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I heard you today.

I almost said I heard your voice today
and for all intents and purposes
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maybe I come across
cold
uncaring
unfeeling
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They know we are in love
we are their insecurity
each glance is measured
and every word weighed.
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Loving a soldier is like believing in ghosts
you know he’s out there somewhere
but you can’t feel him and you can’t see him.
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as the days pass
and the time flies
minutes have turned
into hours
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I stood beside you
as you slumbered
peaceful in your forever sleep
hopeless washed over helpless
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I’d drink a bottle of your tears
and eat a pound of your pain
to take away what never should have been yours
in the dead of night I will wrap them up
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