Carson__s - Hello Poetry

What would I do if you wanted this to end? I would smile. I would hug you. I would offer you my reassurance. Then I would leave you there to melt off into a puddle made entirely of the mess of me, sliding around in up and down directions scattered and strown like the pieces of my heart.

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Mar 23, 2021

Mar 23, 2021 at 5:06 PM UTC

puddle

What would I do if you wanted this to end? I would smile. I would hug you. I would offer you my reassurance. Then I would leave you there to melt off into a puddle made entirely of the mess of me, sliding around in up and down directions scattered and strown like the pieces of my heart.

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I was swimming in a new headspace when you jumped in with three words. I hope you realize soon they weren't true. Did your mother never tell you not to dive into the shallow end? I guess not. You're so used to leaping into what's shallow you don't even know you deserve better. But, what is really sad is they don't know either. I didn't. But now I do.

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Mar 26, 2020

Mar 26, 2020 at 10:23 PM UTC

shallow.

I was swimming in a new headspace when you jumped in with three words. I hope you realize soon they weren't true. Did your mother never tell you not to dive into the shallow end? I guess not. You're so used to leaping into what's shallow you don't even know you deserve better. But, what is really sad is they don't know either. I didn't. But now I do.

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I could easily be addicted EASILY be addicted. I'm easily addicted. or am I easily addictive? or addictivly easy. I'm easy?... me? am I addictively easy? easily an addict? absolutely...not me! I mustn't be. YOU are the one addicted to me.

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Feb 7, 2020

Feb 7, 2020 at 3:31 PM UTC

said the addict in denial

I could easily be addicted EASILY be addicted. I'm easily addicted. or am I easily addictive? or addictivly easy. I'm easy?... me? am I addictively easy? easily an addict? absolutely...not me! I mustn't be. YOU are the one addicted to me.

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over and over i told him my love was not for his keeping. he held on to hope so strong. last night we kissed for hours. then i had to tell him that those kisses, that feeling, last night, was the last time.

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Feb 2, 2020

Feb 2, 2020 at 11:21 PM UTC

the last time

over and over i told him my love was not for his keeping. he held on to hope so strong. last night we kissed for hours. then i had to tell him that those kisses, that feeling, last night, was the last time.

5

Uneasy and numb are the hand and the lighter. They dance together before the fire, not thinking of destruction, only enjoying corruption. once a wildfire spilt into the wilderness, and the spark still lingers day after day — a stale burning of understanding. My need to be needed, and his wildfire life burnt the bushes down; we watched the ashes subside. This is what our togetherness looked like — uncovering all of the figures hidden in the shadows. They would chase him day by day round and round his tortured mind. He in the shadows and I in the light. Running and jumping, shouting, “this way!” He failed to hear. Darkness is all too loud in his forest. He turns his face knowingly, careful not to look at the flames. I chose patience in that race. He needed a steady hand, a voice who knew how to call upon the light. But how long was it until the pressure suffocated my sunbeam strides? The fire may be over but now as ashes drift closer and closer still to my face… covering my body in the ash-filled darkness and distancing me from his shadow.

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Dec 11, 2019

Dec 11, 2019 at 7:27 PM UTC

the hand and the lighter

Uneasy and numb are the hand and the lighter. They dance together before the fire, not thinking of destruction, only enjoying corruption. once a wildfire spilt into the wilderness, and the spark still lingers day after day — a stale burning of understanding. My need to be needed, and his wildfire life burnt the bushes down; we watched the ashes subside. This is what our togetherness looked like — uncovering all of the figures hidden in the shadows. They would chase him day by day round and round his tortured mind. He in the shadows and I in the light. Running and jumping, shouting, “this way!” He failed to hear. Darkness is all too loud in his forest. He turns his face knowingly, careful not to look at the flames. I chose patience in that race. He needed a steady hand, a voice who knew how to call upon the light. But how long was it until the pressure suffocated my sunbeam strides? The fire may be over but now as ashes drift closer and closer still to my face… covering my body in the ash-filled darkness and distancing me from his shadow.

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when i get nervous i cannot eat. this is eating me alive.

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Dec 9, 2019

Dec 9, 2019 at 1:30 PM UTC

eat

when i get nervous i cannot eat. this is eating me alive.

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it's like a lustful liqour night. like cool cigarettes. warm bodies. cold blades. heavy words. violent music. vicious stares. haughty hands. like gunpowder waiting to jump the bullet. it's like me and you.

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Dec 2, 2019

Dec 2, 2019 at 12:30 PM UTC

me and you

it's like a lustful liqour night. like cool cigarettes. warm bodies. cold blades. heavy words. violent music. vicious stares. haughty hands. like gunpowder waiting to jump the bullet. it's like me and you.

10

the audacity you have to suggest touching me. after all the pain you caused. after all of the shear kindness, I painfully gave at the expense of your weakness. the audacity I have to even consider crawling to you. I am not weak. I deserve better. wake up, lover girl. he is not your project.

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Dec 2, 2019

Dec 2, 2019 at 12:25 PM UTC

Wake up.

the audacity you have to suggest touching me. after all the pain you caused. after all of the shear kindness, I painfully gave at the expense of your weakness. the audacity I have to even consider crawling to you. I am not weak. I deserve better. wake up, lover girl. he is not your project.

5

I cannot cut the ties that bind and this indeed is binding me.

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Nov 25, 2019

Nov 25, 2019 at 11:43 PM UTC

Ties that bind

I cannot cut the ties that bind and this indeed is binding me.

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I'm tired of being a prisoner, within these cement walls, the days drag on behind me, it's a never-ending throng, of pointless conversations as we pass from cell to cell. I long for the day when we transfer to the prison at least it's free and open, open for discussions. Open for my heart to cling to a dream drawing passion. Because today I'm tired of being a prisoner, in false hope, broken love, and fake laughter.

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Nov 25, 2019

Nov 25, 2019 at 4:39 PM UTC

prisoner.

I'm tired of being a prisoner, within these cement walls, the days drag on behind me, it's a never-ending throng, of pointless conversations as we pass from cell to cell. I long for the day when we transfer to the prison at least it's free and open, open for discussions. Open for my heart to cling to a dream drawing passion. Because today I'm tired of being a prisoner, in false hope, broken love, and fake laughter.

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