Eliza Crawford Poems

I smile,
I laugh,
I glide across the wooden floor in my socks,
As music blasts from my iPod,
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You call yourself a friend
Yet when I break, you laugh.

You call yourself a friend
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2 am and I'm wide awake
My mind refusing to be silenced
My eyes refusing to shut
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A week I went in silence
Refraining from all means of speech.

No one seemed to notice,
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An elegant man with an elegant name.
He was endlessly fascinating
With empty eyes
And a brimming heart.
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I would write about what I dislike about you.
But why would I do that,
When I could write about your innocent smile
Or the way your eyes lock steadily on mine?
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I made a small list,
A compilation of names
That make my heart sing.
And the list went as such:
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Hands hands hands.
Hands all around me.
Hands that trace my lips.
Hands that pull my clothes.
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Tangled in my sheets,
Curled up in a ball,
Willing it away,
Praying it will stop.
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Sometimes I get tired.
So tired that I simply can not.
Can not read,
Can not speak,
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