
I’m haunted by the memory of you.
The one that keeps me awake when I should be asleep.
Asleep next to my lover,
Asleep next to my partner who holds my hand,
While I weep.
I’m haunted by the memory of you.
The young girl who got pulled in.
The one who you didn’t let go.
But it’s not just you who haunts me.
It’s the many others who have scarred my troubled mind.
But…
I’m haunted by the memory of you most.
The first person to pull in,
Into a world I didn’t belong in.
I’m haunted by your words.
The ones that make me insecure,
Even to this day.
Am I worth it?
I don’t even know why my partner is with me.
I’m broken, I’m withered, I toss in my sleep,
Why?
I’m haunted by the memory of you.
A memory buried so deep.
A memory that daytime doesn’t touch,
But when night comes,
It sneaks in and steals my sleep and dreams.
I forget where I am,
I’m alone in my thoughts.
I don’t want you here,
I’m stronger than this.
But am I truly?
I’m still haunted by the memory of you.
Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 12:38 AM UTC
It was the sway of the tree limbs,
the gentle hum of the wooden swing.
The sun on my face,
the wind in my hair.
The soft stir of the grass,
the smell of the earth.
It was the way my hands folded,
against my soft, bare lap.
And then I knew.
I had finally found the answer,
of what it means to be small.
To be one in so many different organisms and species.
To be only one,
compared to so many.
It was the comfort,
that even though you are so small.
When you stand up,
walk home,
you smile knowing that someone is waiting for you.
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 6:28 PM UTC
Dear mother,
I’ve only been a disappointment.
I can’t make you smile or laugh.
There are three other children who love you most.
I’m just the unlucky last.
Dear father,
I lost my relationship to you.
You couldn’t support me through and through.
We argued,
I left for mom.
How do you make it through?
Dear Jon,
Oh Jon.
My one true supporter.
Take care of my mom,
My sisters,
My brother.
I don’t want to hurt you much longer.
Dear Sister,
Dear M.
You were my best friend.
I let you down once more,
I guess here’s to the end?
Dear brother,
You’re 10.
You have so much life to live.
Don’t focus on one thing.
Don’t make my mistake again.
Dear baby,
Dear sis.
You’re only 2 months.
Your infant amnesia
Will make sure I’m gone.
Dear lover,
My love.
I can’t keep on loving you.
It hurts me to say,
I may love you too much.
Dear Best friend.
You’ve hurt me the most.
I know you inside and out.
But you’ve forgotten me.
And I gave you a family.
Dear me,
You won’t do it.
You just want to let go.
Your thoughts and your fears,
Are hard to let go.
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 10:04 PM UTC
When I first met her,
She had a smile as bright as the Stars.
Eyes always lighting up.
A mind that would soar.
She loved stories.
About dragons, knights, and queens.
The ones with magic.
The ones with thieves.
So, I’m going to tell you a story.
About how a girl who can die so many times.
About a girl that has lived,
A thousand times.
The first time she died, she was 11 years old.
She moved from one state,
Right out the door.
She was reborn a few months later.
Her love was for the violin.
She cherished her music.
It taught her to swim.
She died when she was 14.
Her dad left her mom.
Kicked out of the house on March 22nd.
She felt she had nowhere to run.
She once again was reborn.
Her violin kept her here.
Her friends and her teachers,
All wiped away her tears.
She died for her third time when she got accepted.
A bittersweet death,
One she didn’t know she could cheer.
This one took a long time for her to be reborn.
The school of music was what she wanted.
But she also wanted more.
She was reborn when her mom pulled her out.
And felt the hug of her friends a few days later.
To see the smile on their faces.
To hear that they missed her.
She died on her first heartbreak.
But she was reborn because she had loving friends.
She died when someone betrayed her.
But she was reborn when she promised “Never again.”
But what I never understood, was her death on September 1st of 2018.
That was the day that changed her.
The day she told me she would never die again.
That no one could steal her heart.
That no one would ever break in.
She told me that she was herself.
That his lies wouldn’t break her.
I saw her build a wall on her own.
I saw her start to pretend.
A few days later she died again.
But this time because of her sister.
Suicide watch was on the run.
She thought no one would understand.
To be not a burden,
She shut herself in.
She closed all her doors.
She started to pretend.
She was reborn when she started to heal.
She realized her worth,
She knew not to kneel.
She was her own,
No one could take her.
No one could stop her.
She was her maker.
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 9:23 PM UTC
Today I had the realization,
That I used to never dress for myself.
And funny enough,
I realized this,
While I was buying bras and *******
I asked myself:
“I now bought these but who will see them? And will they love them? Will I be looked at like I’m **** Will I be beautiful?”
As I asked myself these questions I realized I never bought for myself.
But I bought them anyways.
I bought them because I’ll look at them. I’ll dress in the bras and ******* and find myself ****
I’ll find myself beautiful.
I’ll get in them and look at myself in the mirror without fear that the person I’m with won’t love them.
Because I’ll love myself.
This is the realization I waited for.
I’m not waiting for love.
And I never realized that every time I bought things I never bought for me.
I bought to be validated by my partner.
But I don’t need that.
I’m my own validation.
I love how I look.
I have a small chest and ****
Yet I don’t have to make sure the person I’m with will love them. No. I’ll make sure I love the way I look.
I always believed personality was better than looks yet there I was buying for my partner. And I don’t need that.
I’m buying for me. And I’m buying for self love.
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
I don’t want to keep living without you.
You told me to wait.
I’m doing my best.
Everyday I’m dying without you.
It’s hard to breathe.
It’s hard to rest.
Every time I see you smile,
I wonder if you miss me.
Or if I was only a burden.
I don’t want to keep living without you.
We were one.
We were us.
I never wanted to lose you,
Now I don’t want to live without you.
You made me smile.
I don’t want to keep living without you.
Not one more second.
Please come back.
I scream and I cry and I pray all night.
The moment you come back.
The moment normal will be back.
It’s harder and harder and harder everyday.
Why leave me in this place in hell?
I lost you.
I lost more.
The most I need is for you to say everything will be okay.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
I'll wait my entire life for you,
despite the tears and pain.
The constant dreams about that day,
I've told you,
you are my one.
I don't know why it happened.
We had our life planned out for so long.
You felt as though you didn't deserve me,
but dear,
you're my only love.
You say you will come back to me.
Once you've had time for school and you.
To make yourself so much better,
to make our relationship so much more true.
My one, my love, my only.
Waiting is such the hardest thing to do.
But for you I'd do anything.
You say you don't know when you'll be back.
But that you love and miss me.
I don't know what brought on that pain.
But if I could take it back I would.
I want to be in your arms again.
To hear your heart against my ear.
I want to fall asleep with you.
And wake up always with you near.
My one, my love, my only.
I hope you come back to me soon.
People say this will make us stronger.
And I sure hope it does.
I don't want to ever lose you.
You say I never did.
But to not have you close like before,
is the most difficult place to exist.
Please come back to me.
Please please will you.
I don't want anyone else.
I only want you.
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 4:40 PM UTC
Those little pecks,
That little spark.
The little tears,
That strain my heart.
My woodpecker you were,
My woodpecker you will be.
And dead you were.
And dead you will be.
Silence it what I got,
Not the simple pecking.
No more late night talks.
No more simple chatting.
I miss you to death.
You were my best of friends.
Death is what got you.
Goodbye my old friend.
My dead woodpecker.
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 6:49 PM UTC
The days you leave
My heart that sinks.
Your back that turns.
The tears that leak.
The silent that speaks.
The truth it reeks.
Behind the darkness.
Nothing to be seen.
There is no end.
This endless cycle.
You walking off.
And me following behind.
I see the truth.
I see the lies.
I see you have
No thought of me in mind.
So here I stand,
You walking off.
And I stay.
Just another speck of dust.
You have won.
I am now gone.
You can't play games.
Without my piece.
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 6:49 PM UTC