renee stokes
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writing has always been an escape, it Started when my dad used to teach me how to spell. We would write short stories, and soon I was writing poems.
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Letters To You
It was the month of June, a Monday on the 8th the day we met and things changed forever. Something was familiar about you, that instant connection brought us close so fast. A month later we were inseparable, you left her and I helped you pick up that pain, you asked me a question and I lied, scared of what I felt for y0u. You moved on to someone new, I sat and watched as it hurt, falling for someone who became my best friend. I watchedn thesen two drag you down and use you. The nights things ended between you and the new one, the night of August 24th, the night you slowly grabbed my hand, later that night after you dropped me off, you came back and kissed me. That kiss changed us. This is my letter to you. A letter of what we have and how a month of us turned into a life time. Five months you and I were together everyday and it quickly went to nothing. You tried to walk away and go back to her again. I was so broken, she tried to take you from me. Nothing really changed you still called me, slowly we came back together as she left you again. This time we made BIG plans, you took the ring I wear and changed to my left. Told me one day you will change it. I had you back, but not fully, you went back to your ex who I watch manipulate you. You love her and yet you love me, she has you full time and i get you whenever. This is my letter to you to tell you that what we have can never be broken. You blocked me on everything and lie to me, you break me every time I can't have you like I had you. All the songs we gave each other, the fights we have and had. Always say I am your keeper and that I call you out. What that is, is love, messy hard to expalin and understand love. Healthy having each others back love. You told me it has always been me, yet you don't choose me like I choose you. Yet what I see at times and feel in your touch, for some reason we can't let go. I always told you where I stand, you said it was always me, That you love me, you want to build with me, that you never had anything like me. You say I make you want to be better, but you didn't choose me once again. You went back and I no longer have you, yet all the signs point to us. This is my letter to you to tell you no matter what I will never let you go. This is my letter to you saying to you take that risk and love me like you say do. This is my letter to you to say no mattern what I will always love you because that pull and connection we felt on June 8th is what will keep us holding on. This is my letter to you saying that it has always been you and you are the one.
By renee stokes5 years ago in Poets
Let down your guard
There is a beauty in your broken that I want you to see. Let down your guard and take that chance with me. Let go of all your fears and give into me. Your broken doesn't scare me, the beauty of your darkness is your story. Let me help you close that chapter and show you what you have. Let go of all that hold in, so I can give you that love you desire. A love to strong, a pull so magnetic. Make that move and take that risk, so let down your gaurd and let me show what my love can give you. A passion so strong, you run and hide, yet you pull me in because you can't let go of the beautiful mess we made that late August night. You grabbed my hand and it felt so right, you pulled me in and the world stopped. That ws the moment I knew, our broken pieces made us whole. So let go of your fears and let down your gaurd, and finally take that chance and give into us.
By renee stokes5 years ago in Poets
Your eyes
Our eyes meet across the room, instant connection. A instant friendship turned into something so strong. Spending everyday together. As the months pass people came in and out of our lives. You turned to me asking me how I felt about you. A secret I held on to till the end of August. nothing changed, just the label. It was rocky, but we still came back. Now that we have each other, your eyes always watch me, like I am the only thing you see. They give me butterflies, with that gaze. Months of laughter and we unexpectedly become more.
By renee stokes5 years ago in Poets
