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gith Mar 2022
You, you, you, that’s the **** poem.
gith Mar 2019
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You’re not here; I’ve yet to accept that.
Your name still rings inside me. It chimes and it bellows and rises from the pit of my stomach, making me puke, as if I’m forcing myself to get you out of my veins.‬
‪It was supposed to be me and you against the world, but it was me and you against each other.‬
‪Loving you was like pulling the rubber bands back, and back, and back, until it smacked both of us in the face.‬
‪We were the Russian roulette of lust, and I’m not the one to take the blame for that bullet.‬
‪My murderer, I ask:‬
‪Have you ever felt so warm hearing a name?‬
‪When just the sound of it wakes the fire within your soul.‬
‪When you want to pick apart each letter of that name and twist it and bend it, the perfect wholeness, and gulp it down.‬
‪Murderer,‬
‪I couldn’t make your name taste bitter on my tongue as hard as I’ve tried.‬ ‪It’s still soaked in the sweetness of my youth, my naïve choice to be hurt by you.‬
‪Murderer,‬
‪I dropped my armor at your feet and I handed you the sword.‬
‪Murderer,‬
‪Maybe it’s not fair to say you murdered my heart, because I walked headfirst into the blade. I kept offering myself to you, like an unwanted sacrifice, offering my secrets to you like undesired gifts with ripped up recipes.‬

I want to say you opened my eyes but no! I, now, close my eyes and keep my heart wide open; because now I understand that falling apart when done right can make the ruins feel like home. So now we come undone, stitch by stitch, together.
gith Aug 2018
Life is unfair and very unkind
I wish things were different
I’m crying  
I can’t even write
I’m drowning  
I wish I was never born

I’m sick

of gasping at the surface,
so finally, I'll drown.

I’m ready
to embrace my death
When silence triumphs sound.
gith Feb 2018
she remembers
the feeling of belonging
she remembers
the first [and last] kiss
she remembers
feeling new emotions she’s never experienced
she remembers
notes and letters
that made her feel wanted
she remembers
his touch
sweet as honey
she remembers
when he said the three words
that would change everything
she remembers
trusting him more than anyone
she remembers
him sheltering her from pain
she remembers
his beautiful brown eyes
she remembers
laughing until her stomach hurt
she remembers
a love so breathtaking
and she will never forget
the way he made her feel
she would of given you the world
gith Feb 2018
You know that feeling you get when you go underwater to see how long you can hold your breath, but after a few seconds you feel your lungs screaming for oxygen, yet you try to hold on just a little longer, everyone telling you “you can do it”, “you got this”, and so you stay under until every. single. muscle. in your body is yelling at you to just push up over the surface? Well that’s what it’s like being away from you. Everyone is telling me to hold on, to make it another second, but I need you, I need my breath of air.
gith Jul 2016
!
give me time,
to adapt within your world.

I'm a stranger
to kindness,
and love stories.


give me time,
to consider the way of light.

you see?
I've always embraced the darkness,
and sat still between his layers
until I turned too dark
and
I misplaced all my details

Save me

from my darkness

spare me some light.
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