Rootje - Hello Poetry

You’re the forest in which I wander, and I get lost You, me us. It reminds me of driving with my mom, we always get lost. Together, but also alone, I get lost You take the map from my hands, no navigation you won’t allow any guidance; and alone, I get lost In you, me in us.

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Nov 19, 2022

Nov 19, 2022 at 6:38 AM UTC

Lost

You’re the forest in which I wander, and I get lost You, me us. It reminds me of driving with my mom, we always get lost. Together, but also alone, I get lost You take the map from my hands, no navigation you won’t allow any guidance; and alone, I get lost In you, me in us.

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you say you need space; but you are my space. you are all the stars in my night sky, the moon that i look at every night, and you are all of the planets in my galaxy. so how am i supposed to give you space? the whole sky will come crashing down on me.

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Jul 10, 2022

Jul 10, 2022 at 4:55 PM UTC

space

you say you need space; but you are my space. you are all the stars in my night sky, the moon that i look at every night, and you are all of the planets in my galaxy. so how am i supposed to give you space? the whole sky will come crashing down on me.

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they throw their expectations at me, as if they were a ball. i've never been good at catching.

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Mar 15, 2021

Mar 15, 2021 at 5:45 AM UTC

the definition of irony

they throw their expectations at me, as if they were a ball. i've never been good at catching.

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you told me the roses in my garden weren't red enough, so i changed them. then you told me the roses in my garden weren't big enough, so i changed them. finally, you told me no matter what i did my roses would never be pretty enough for you, so i cried. i let you trample up all my roses and i took the thorns and the petals and i chewed them up, and spit them in your face. but one thorn got swallowed and it remains stuck in my throat to this very day. for every lie i get told i swallow a thorn how many boys would it take, to get my rose garden back? & i never even promised you a rose garden.

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Mar 15, 2021

Mar 15, 2021 at 4:37 AM UTC

i never promised you a rose garden.

you told me the roses in my garden weren't red enough, so i changed them. then you told me the roses in my garden weren't big enough, so i changed them. finally, you told me no matter what i did my roses would never be pretty enough for you, so i cried. i let you trample up all my roses and i took the thorns and the petals and i chewed them up, and spit them in your face. but one thorn got swallowed and it remains stuck in my throat to this very day. for every lie i get told i swallow a thorn how many boys would it take, to get my rose garden back? & i never even promised you a rose garden.

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your words spin out of control like the car she was in, and your words crash into me like i'm the garage; and your words the car she was in, and your words leave scars on my body like the aftermath of their words did; "that crash, it was the car she was in."

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Mar 15, 2021

Mar 15, 2021 at 4:23 AM UTC

she was.

your words spin out of control like the car she was in, and your words crash into me like i'm the garage; and your words the car she was in, and your words leave scars on my body like the aftermath of their words did; "that crash, it was the car she was in."

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they say death is a certainty. they're right. i'm not living; i'm waiting, full of fear, i'm waiting for the next call. who will be next?

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Mar 15, 2021

Mar 15, 2021 at 4:15 AM UTC

death is a certainty

they say death is a certainty. they're right. i'm not living; i'm waiting, full of fear, i'm waiting for the next call. who will be next?

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You tell me I’m not that skinny My BMI tells me I’m way too skinny You tell me My waist isn’t that small The internet tells me My waist is small enough for modeling You tell me Everyone has size 2 Research tells me The average size is size 12 You tell me I’m not enough Yet too much I tell myself I’m not enough Yet too much.

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Jul 1, 2020

Jul 1, 2020 at 6:19 AM UTC

Contradictions

You tell me I’m not that skinny My BMI tells me I’m way too skinny You tell me My waist isn’t that small The internet tells me My waist is small enough for modeling You tell me Everyone has size 2 Research tells me The average size is size 12 You tell me I’m not enough Yet too much I tell myself I’m not enough Yet too much.

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Tomorrow When you wake up It will all Start to Come back Again And you’ll have to relive Every. Single. Moment. You spent together.

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May 31, 2020

May 31, 2020 at 9:42 AM UTC

Tomorrow

Tomorrow When you wake up It will all Start to Come back Again And you’ll have to relive Every. Single. Moment. You spent together.

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the numbers on the scale they define my worth and right now, my worth adds up to exactly zero. those numbers need to drop until i am gone annihilated erased from this earth and from history there is no "skinny enough" i can't give in i need to reach that sick, sick goal weight though i already know anorexia won't be satisfied because there is no "skinny enough" the ideal weight is exactly zero.

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Oct 30, 2019

Oct 30, 2019 at 2:53 PM UTC

the ideal weight is zero

the numbers on the scale they define my worth and right now, my worth adds up to exactly zero. those numbers need to drop until i am gone annihilated erased from this earth and from history there is no "skinny enough" i can't give in i need to reach that sick, sick goal weight though i already know anorexia won't be satisfied because there is no "skinny enough" the ideal weight is exactly zero.

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you are with me within me every second of every day every time i close my eyes i see you kissing her just like you kissed me loving her just like you loved me being all hers just like you were all mine back when i was enough.

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Oct 18, 2019

Oct 18, 2019 at 8:14 AM UTC

things that haunt me

you are with me within me every second of every day every time i close my eyes i see you kissing her just like you kissed me loving her just like you loved me being all hers just like you were all mine back when i was enough.

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