Mel_ancholia_ - Hello Poetry

Wouldn't it be lovely? To believe people when they say they love me - To shut off all these thoughts that push and shove me, To not dance with the demons that corrupt me. Wouldn't it be lovely? To wear a smile on my face and mean it. To not always feel so ******* heavy and defeated. To feel like I have a god **** reason - To keep on breathing. Wouldn't it be ******* lovely?

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Feb 10, 2021

Feb 10, 2021 at 11:14 AM UTC

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Wouldn't it be lovely? To believe people when they say they love me - To shut off all these thoughts that push and shove me, To not dance with the demons that corrupt me. Wouldn't it be lovely? To wear a smile on my face and mean it. To not always feel so ******* heavy and defeated. To feel like I have a god **** reason - To keep on breathing. Wouldn't it be ******* lovely?

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You didn't know how bad you hurt me, You weren't exactly the one holding the knife - but you shoved it more inside my helpless body to add onto the pain. The pain that had been there far before you. But everyone I meet one way or another has left wounds on me, deep or faint cuts. But I sew them back up and let them slither into a puddle of my dead memories. Cause you know, who really gives a ****

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Sep 29, 2020

Sep 29, 2020 at 8:06 PM UTC

Dead memories

You didn't know how bad you hurt me, You weren't exactly the one holding the knife - but you shoved it more inside my helpless body to add onto the pain. The pain that had been there far before you. But everyone I meet one way or another has left wounds on me, deep or faint cuts. But I sew them back up and let them slither into a puddle of my dead memories. Cause you know, who really gives a ****

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You were just a flavor of the week, but I've learned that cherry wasn't my favorite. Even though you leave me a little weak -- on my knees and vulnerable. No matter how many times I try to savor it, it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

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Sep 24, 2020

Sep 24, 2020 at 7:58 PM UTC

Flavor of the Week

You were just a flavor of the week, but I've learned that cherry wasn't my favorite. Even though you leave me a little weak -- on my knees and vulnerable. No matter how many times I try to savor it, it just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

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Where are you Vampire Boy? With your whips, chains, and toys -- So ****** and enticing, I might even let you bite me.

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Sep 22, 2020

Sep 22, 2020 at 11:40 PM UTC

Vampire Boy

Where are you Vampire Boy? With your whips, chains, and toys -- So ****** and enticing, I might even let you bite me.

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You ever glance at someone and think what they are thinking about? Like the first time they fell in love, or the first time they did drugs. Or maybe they are thinking about you, or maybe they don't even think about you at all.

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Sep 22, 2020

Sep 22, 2020 at 7:54 PM UTC

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You ever glance at someone and think what they are thinking about? Like the first time they fell in love, or the first time they did drugs. Or maybe they are thinking about you, or maybe they don't even think about you at all.

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I'm dying to feel something vibrant bloom inside me, but my insides are filled with nothing but emptiness and gloom. I dust that tinted peach color blush onto the apples of my cheeks, to give my bone-white skin a flush of color -- So my rotting insides don't match the outside.

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Sep 22, 2020

Sep 22, 2020 at 7:51 PM UTC

Feelings

I'm dying to feel something vibrant bloom inside me, but my insides are filled with nothing but emptiness and gloom. I dust that tinted peach color blush onto the apples of my cheeks, to give my bone-white skin a flush of color -- So my rotting insides don't match the outside.

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One look into your eyes and I feel an electric tingle from in-between my legs, Our lips cling as if they were magnetic. Our tongues dance, and your hands start to roam. Removing each particle of clothing from off each other. Revealing nothing but the most vulnerable layers of ourselves.

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Sep 22, 2020

Sep 22, 2020 at 6:22 PM UTC

Electric

One look into your eyes and I feel an electric tingle from in-between my legs, Our lips cling as if they were magnetic. Our tongues dance, and your hands start to roam. Removing each particle of clothing from off each other. Revealing nothing but the most vulnerable layers of ourselves.

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She's kind. But don't mistake her kindness for weakness, she'll spit poison right in-between your lips. "She's like a Scorpion", they say. She'll cause a hurricane and watch you decay. She'll always get her way, but from this day, You will no longer mistake her kindness for weakness.

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Sep 22, 2020

Sep 22, 2020 at 6:20 PM UTC

Kindness for Weakness

She's kind. But don't mistake her kindness for weakness, she'll spit poison right in-between your lips. "She's like a Scorpion", they say. She'll cause a hurricane and watch you decay. She'll always get her way, but from this day, You will no longer mistake her kindness for weakness.

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I fill the wrong people into my lungs, as if I love the pain. Do I? I push people that are good for me away. Why do they want to fix me? Bury me. Bury me, deep, deep under. What's the point of being alive if this life is a lie? Tell me? Why won't anyone tell me? Slowly they are going to close my lungs up until I have no air. And I will slowly fade away from earth, leaving those who truly loved me in nothing but sadness. Don't be sad. For I am happy this has happened. Why would I want to suffer on this thing called "Earth?" They will say "too young and beautiful to die." but I say, "too sad and broken to live." What are you waiting for?

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Sep 22, 2020

Sep 22, 2020 at 6:18 PM UTC

Breathing Toxic Air

I fill the wrong people into my lungs, as if I love the pain. Do I? I push people that are good for me away. Why do they want to fix me? Bury me. Bury me, deep, deep under. What's the point of being alive if this life is a lie? Tell me? Why won't anyone tell me? Slowly they are going to close my lungs up until I have no air. And I will slowly fade away from earth, leaving those who truly loved me in nothing but sadness. Don't be sad. For I am happy this has happened. Why would I want to suffer on this thing called "Earth?" They will say "too young and beautiful to die." but I say, "too sad and broken to live." What are you waiting for?

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I always questioned if the devil was real. Was grown up on secrets and lies, tucking things under the rug. Forcing a smile on my lips, and praying to god for a better tomorrow. And some days it would work, and others it wouldn't so I had a leap of faith. Some may think the devil isn't real, but I can assure you he is. And we happen to call him Addiction. Grew inside my body like wildfire. I never wanted to be like you. I let smoke fill my lungs, my eyes starting to fade low. Genius. Hey, what a fix for the time being. I have *** for the first time ever. Numb. Is this love? Not even *** could fulfill the high I was searching for. Dark. I was itching for the urge to feel nothing at all. And then I met you, and with meeting you I met many, many other things. Pretty little pill, where have you been all my life? Allowing the world to blur around me. Numb. "Hello? Are you in there anymore?" "No." I look at myself in the mirror. Who are you? "Never again." I say. But we all know how that goes.

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Sep 22, 2020

Sep 22, 2020 at 6:15 PM UTC

Addiction

I always questioned if the devil was real. Was grown up on secrets and lies, tucking things under the rug. Forcing a smile on my lips, and praying to god for a better tomorrow. And some days it would work, and others it wouldn't so I had a leap of faith. Some may think the devil isn't real, but I can assure you he is. And we happen to call him Addiction. Grew inside my body like wildfire. I never wanted to be like you. I let smoke fill my lungs, my eyes starting to fade low. Genius. Hey, what a fix for the time being. I have *** for the first time ever. Numb. Is this love? Not even *** could fulfill the high I was searching for. Dark. I was itching for the urge to feel nothing at all. And then I met you, and with meeting you I met many, many other things. Pretty little pill, where have you been all my life? Allowing the world to blur around me. Numb. "Hello? Are you in there anymore?" "No." I look at myself in the mirror. Who are you? "Never again." I say. But we all know how that goes.

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