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Someone Like You

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malphasloveshisfries

Published: May 27, 2012

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I can't stay away from you
We can't fight this
There' something more...just under your skin
The traces of your fingertips across my shoulders
My collarbone
My neck, my mouth
A thumb pushing away the saltwater on my cheeks
Your mouth turned down in frustration, and telling me you don't understand
But you don't say a word
You see the scratches on my arms
And you do speak now, and you ask me why I would do this
You pull the words out of me with no effort
My heartbroken story
How he left me
The first time I tried to end myself
The day I met you
The second time I tried
How you saved me
You manage to glue this broken girl together
Just a brush of your hands unravels her
You understand
You know
You don't care
Because you love me

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"Sometimes it lasts in love, sometimes it hurts instead...."

I gave the poem this title because when ever I read the second line I think of someone like you by Adele. Haha. I love Adele.