Devourthegalaxy - Hello Poetry

Do you ever wonder How long your words will last How many eyes will glance over them after you are gone. Will my son read my writing and discover another side to his mom he never saw? Will friends read my words when I'm gone and think of how profound I once was Will they add more meaning to my words than I actually intended? Who will read and create stories out of the sentences I put together When I'm sad How long will these words last?

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May 28, 2019

May 28, 2019 at 3:47 PM UTC

Longevity

Do you ever wonder How long your words will last How many eyes will glance over them after you are gone. Will my son read my writing and discover another side to his mom he never saw? Will friends read my words when I'm gone and think of how profound I once was Will they add more meaning to my words than I actually intended? Who will read and create stories out of the sentences I put together When I'm sad How long will these words last?

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You’ve got me writing again But it isn’t exactly what you envisioned, is it Because you were expecting a love song But here we are, I’m exhausted and you’re exhausting And my mental health can’t keep up With your demands. I’ve changed so much, used so many spoons Gave all of myself to better myself to Stand alone by myself And here you are Wanting to change Who I made And I’m tired. I’m so tired of not being good enough Of trying and being told I don’t try enough Of changing and being told I don’t change enough Of living and being told My life isn’t enough For you. What do you want me to do I’ve given you everything And like I’ve always feared You just want more. I’m tired. So here’s the poem you Always wanted. I hope it’s finally Enough.

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May 20, 2019

May 20, 2019 at 1:48 PM UTC

Tired.

You’ve got me writing again But it isn’t exactly what you envisioned, is it Because you were expecting a love song But here we are, I’m exhausted and you’re exhausting And my mental health can’t keep up With your demands. I’ve changed so much, used so many spoons Gave all of myself to better myself to Stand alone by myself And here you are Wanting to change Who I made And I’m tired. I’m so tired of not being good enough Of trying and being told I don’t try enough Of changing and being told I don’t change enough Of living and being told My life isn’t enough For you. What do you want me to do I’ve given you everything And like I’ve always feared You just want more. I’m tired. So here’s the poem you Always wanted. I hope it’s finally Enough.

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You told me you loved me And then took it back “well, let’s talk about that” You said “See I have a fear of jumping in too soon because the water could be too deep or too cold and I can’t swim in your eyes any longer than I have to” You said “but I still care about you” And you cried But my tears drowned you out of my vision and I wiped my face with my hands that only wanted to lovingly touch you But you took it back And now I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do because I didn’t take it back and I didn’t want to I guess I’m just a fool who isn’t too terribly afraid of drowning as long as I’m beside you. Or maybe I'm just braver than you.

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Jul 27, 2018

Jul 27, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC

take it back.

You told me you loved me And then took it back “well, let’s talk about that” You said “See I have a fear of jumping in too soon because the water could be too deep or too cold and I can’t swim in your eyes any longer than I have to” You said “but I still care about you” And you cried But my tears drowned you out of my vision and I wiped my face with my hands that only wanted to lovingly touch you But you took it back And now I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do because I didn’t take it back and I didn’t want to I guess I’m just a fool who isn’t too terribly afraid of drowning as long as I’m beside you. Or maybe I'm just braver than you.

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You laid in my arms and tears dripped down your face, each droplet containing all of the things you didn't say, but I knew as each one slid across your skin and landed on mine that you were what I've always wished for, and everything I never knew I wanted, and I could have died happy right there all tangled up in you So I cried, too.

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Jul 17, 2018

Jul 17, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC

We cried.

You laid in my arms and tears dripped down your face, each droplet containing all of the things you didn't say, but I knew as each one slid across your skin and landed on mine that you were what I've always wished for, and everything I never knew I wanted, and I could have died happy right there all tangled up in you So I cried, too.

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You call me precious Like you can see through all of the scarring etched along my spine from countless nights spent awake and drunk and lonely enough to talk to strangers who never cared about what I had to say Precious like a stone sitting on the edge of the water and you help me forget the times I wanted to jump off and dive into the darkness, the cold depths of the sea. I've been tangled up and turned into knots for a decade but you came around and I'm all just strings now, ready to be braided into something beautiful by your hands as they caress me in the most innocent places, my collar bones, my cheeks, along my arms and sending goosebumps over my skin. A physical reaction showing what your touch does to me. You call me precious, the freckles across my shoulders and nose, and you squeeze me hard, not enough to break bones but hard enough that I know that you're as close to home as Ill ever be. You call me precious without knowing the extent I've went to in order to correct everything wrong about me and the under construction signs that are still littered across my mind and sometimes when you look in my eyes it feels like I'm being looked at for the very first time.

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Jun 12, 2018

Jun 12, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC

precious.

You call me precious Like you can see through all of the scarring etched along my spine from countless nights spent awake and drunk and lonely enough to talk to strangers who never cared about what I had to say Precious like a stone sitting on the edge of the water and you help me forget the times I wanted to jump off and dive into the darkness, the cold depths of the sea. I've been tangled up and turned into knots for a decade but you came around and I'm all just strings now, ready to be braided into something beautiful by your hands as they caress me in the most innocent places, my collar bones, my cheeks, along my arms and sending goosebumps over my skin. A physical reaction showing what your touch does to me. You call me precious, the freckles across my shoulders and nose, and you squeeze me hard, not enough to break bones but hard enough that I know that you're as close to home as Ill ever be. You call me precious without knowing the extent I've went to in order to correct everything wrong about me and the under construction signs that are still littered across my mind and sometimes when you look in my eyes it feels like I'm being looked at for the very first time.

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I want you sugar coated Sitting on my tongue Melting in my mouth Leaving me with unquenchable desire Wanting more More More More of your skin underneath my fingertips More of your mouth on mine Craving your sweetness, my next fix, my next taste Of you.

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Apr 26, 2018

Apr 26, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC

Sugar, sugar

I want you sugar coated Sitting on my tongue Melting in my mouth Leaving me with unquenchable desire Wanting more More More More of your skin underneath my fingertips More of your mouth on mine Craving your sweetness, my next fix, my next taste Of you.

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You intrigue and inspire me And I want to explore every inch of you, trace my fingertips over every curve of your body, the creases of your lips, twirl my fingers through your hair, plant kisses along your collar bone so my adoration will grow there and flourish, adorning you, blossoming under my touch. I want to write letters for you to float on, to tuck into your dreams, to keep close to your heart at all times. I want you to melt onto the pages when you think of me so you know how I feel, constantly being a puddle at your feet.

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Apr 20, 2018

Apr 20, 2018 at 10:28 AM UTC

Jaclyn

You intrigue and inspire me And I want to explore every inch of you, trace my fingertips over every curve of your body, the creases of your lips, twirl my fingers through your hair, plant kisses along your collar bone so my adoration will grow there and flourish, adorning you, blossoming under my touch. I want to write letters for you to float on, to tuck into your dreams, to keep close to your heart at all times. I want you to melt onto the pages when you think of me so you know how I feel, constantly being a puddle at your feet.

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All I do is sleep and cry My bed has become the quicksand I feared when I was younger The sinking pit hidden behind bushes deep in the woods that ****** you in before you could scream for help My blankets wrap around me and constrict A boa prepping me to be its snack An ocean of fabric that refuses to let me swim I sink in, I cant move, I cry. The tears fall down my face as if they are lubrication To help me out of the tangled web of black and white flowers Covering my sheets As if to try to coax me out from my hiding place, My hole, My life. And I cry a lot. I cry until my eyes are the size of golf ***** Until the elephant in my room is now sitting on my chest And I cant breathe And I gasp through the tears And I want to die. I will take anything over this pain in my chest, This shaking in my hands, These wild and manic thoughts that make me feel like I've finally, completely broken. Gone off of the deep end, Right into the hands of the quicksand that is my bed. The quicksand that is not hidden in some woods But is right in my living room, Right in front of my front door, So easy to fall into, So easy to succumb to, So easy to die there. If i wanted to.

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Dec 24, 2017

Dec 24, 2017 at 4:33 PM UTC

quicksand.

All I do is sleep and cry My bed has become the quicksand I feared when I was younger The sinking pit hidden behind bushes deep in the woods that ****** you in before you could scream for help My blankets wrap around me and constrict A boa prepping me to be its snack An ocean of fabric that refuses to let me swim I sink in, I cant move, I cry. The tears fall down my face as if they are lubrication To help me out of the tangled web of black and white flowers Covering my sheets As if to try to coax me out from my hiding place, My hole, My life. And I cry a lot. I cry until my eyes are the size of golf ***** Until the elephant in my room is now sitting on my chest And I cant breathe And I gasp through the tears And I want to die. I will take anything over this pain in my chest, This shaking in my hands, These wild and manic thoughts that make me feel like I've finally, completely broken. Gone off of the deep end, Right into the hands of the quicksand that is my bed. The quicksand that is not hidden in some woods But is right in my living room, Right in front of my front door, So easy to fall into, So easy to succumb to, So easy to die there. If i wanted to.

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I spend so much time putting you back together but when I fall apart you can’t be bothered.

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Nov 17, 2017

Nov 17, 2017 at 12:53 PM UTC

pieces.

I spend so much time putting you back together but when I fall apart you can’t be bothered.

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im losing weight dropping my skin like last night's wine stained dress i will lose enough that no one can retrace their fingertips steps i will shed the residue of every finger and each breath that still lingers i will rid myself of the mistakes that are laced in each of my seams i will disappear so no one can see how damaged i truly am.

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Nov 16, 2017

Nov 16, 2017 at 11:04 AM UTC

weight.

im losing weight dropping my skin like last night's wine stained dress i will lose enough that no one can retrace their fingertips steps i will shed the residue of every finger and each breath that still lingers i will rid myself of the mistakes that are laced in each of my seams i will disappear so no one can see how damaged i truly am.

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