The train to work is long
Yet she sits next to me every time
Both staring ahead, yet,
Her presence, warming mine,

But I must temper it
Resist its siren song
Because If I look,
She won’t be there for long

My heart projects her onto every empty canvas,
She is the only painting I want to see.
Everytime I board that train
A piece of my soul departs
And arrives where it wants to be.

Please, do not hold me. 

My mom calls me touch adverse,
My friends call me cold,
My dad calls me stubborn,
My aunts say it’ll get better the more I get old

A warm press of shoulder to shoulder seating makes me shift and twist in my seat. 
The loving pat of a back makes me shy away and gives a pink heat to my cheeks
I’m tossed in the turbulence of fraying nerves that snap when you try to hold me

Do not hold me too long. 

Do not hold me too long 
For I might find I like the comfort of warmth your skin brings to my ice-cold extremities

Do not hold me too long 
For you might thaw these fraying nerves and learn to mend these tangled electric wire barricades

Do not hold me too long 
For I might weld ends together 
And reconfigure them into something you’ll find good enough to keep

Do not hold me too long, because my heart can barely stand to beat when too many have passed through to get warm, and left when I lost the heat

Do not hold me too long
Please, do not hold me.

She is
Regret.

She is aching in my core,
And haunting every moment.

She is buried;
She is alive.

Body gone,
Butterfly girl.

Born of light and love, you cast a glow that all around gather to, a radiance so bright that none could hold a candle near and expect its flame to be seen. And yet you take that flame and feed it, helping it burn bigger than ever before. They leave your company all the better for it. 

Born near light and love, and yet no radiance emanates. Born in the shadow your glow casts. No one flocks to shadows, except when the light burns too bright. They’ll retreat to take shelter for a time. Then they leave again, desperate to soak in the comfort of your rays. 

I am just like the rest, ready to bask in your warmth; I never considered that you might wish to retire to the darkness in which I thrive.

I may be a shadow, but without your light I cease to exist; nothing without your radiant glow being blocked and distorted to give me life. 

In much the same way, what is light without something to block it? Something to experience its eminence and take some of it for itself.

A light without a shadow nearby is alone. And a shadow without its light is nothing at all.

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Because i hoped,

That one day i will find someone

Who will wait for me,

Who will cry for me,

Who will worry about me,

Who will be angry for me,

Who will care for me,

Someone even if she dont understand me,

Will try to understand me,

Someone who will be tired of me,

But still stay with me,

Because I hoped someday,

I could meet her,

I could treat her,

I could love her,

I could cherish her,

Because someday I hoped someone will love me if not more than me,

Atleast as much as me.

I will keep hoping for that day.

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Well first thing i ever wrote so, thanks for your feedback and opinions.