SarahGracePoetry - Hello Poetry

I passed by your home everyday of my childhood, knowing what transpired there, knowing all you did and said. When your hands touched my body I was a child I did not even know there was a name for what you did I did not even know you silenced me again and again I did not even know everyone around us kept your secret I did not even know everyone I told had a duty to protect me. If they would have done their job, I would not have had to walk past your home everyday of my childhood, knowing that you were behind that green door. I would not have had to fear you would walk out and take another piece of my childhood away. You put the darkness of the world on the shoulders of a child. You forced people who loved me into impossible positions and caused mistakes to be made. You forced me to forgive not only you but everyone who knew and still did nothing. You caused mistrust to run rampant in my mind but I lend you my pity because I can only imagine what is running rampant in yours.

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Nov 5, 2018

Nov 5, 2018 at 11:14 PM UTC

sentiments of a survivor poem 1

I passed by your home everyday of my childhood, knowing what transpired there, knowing all you did and said. When your hands touched my body I was a child I did not even know there was a name for what you did I did not even know you silenced me again and again I did not even know everyone around us kept your secret I did not even know everyone I told had a duty to protect me. If they would have done their job, I would not have had to walk past your home everyday of my childhood, knowing that you were behind that green door. I would not have had to fear you would walk out and take another piece of my childhood away. You put the darkness of the world on the shoulders of a child. You forced people who loved me into impossible positions and caused mistakes to be made. You forced me to forgive not only you but everyone who knew and still did nothing. You caused mistrust to run rampant in my mind but I lend you my pity because I can only imagine what is running rampant in yours.

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The three of us saw each other for the first time in three months our late nights sounded the same, full of laughs and whispers. Our mornings tasted the same, full of breakfast cooked by your mom. The October air on my face reminded me that change had come forcing me to remember summer left us the air chilled my throat as I watched both of you and I remembered all the forgiving I had to do. Forgiveness you were never aware of. I watched the leaves beg to fall and remembered the hundreds of nights we spent out here just being young. all the songs in my ears warned me that these days felt never ending. As I watched the sun beat down white instead of yellow I looked at you two and remembered all our days that seemed this way.

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Oct 22, 2018

Oct 22, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC

Home From College

The three of us saw each other for the first time in three months our late nights sounded the same, full of laughs and whispers. Our mornings tasted the same, full of breakfast cooked by your mom. The October air on my face reminded me that change had come forcing me to remember summer left us the air chilled my throat as I watched both of you and I remembered all the forgiving I had to do. Forgiveness you were never aware of. I watched the leaves beg to fall and remembered the hundreds of nights we spent out here just being young. all the songs in my ears warned me that these days felt never ending. As I watched the sun beat down white instead of yellow I looked at you two and remembered all our days that seemed this way.

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I pressed the first flower you ever gave me in a book the red petals stained the rough pages a dark crimson but I will not let you stain me with your negativity the words I write and the stories I tell have already been weighed down by secrets I never told you lifting you up was so easy to me that I forgot it wasn't my job at all.

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Oct 18, 2018

Oct 18, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC

Pressed

I pressed the first flower you ever gave me in a book the red petals stained the rough pages a dark crimson but I will not let you stain me with your negativity the words I write and the stories I tell have already been weighed down by secrets I never told you lifting you up was so easy to me that I forgot it wasn't my job at all.

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I wore an old perfume today so I could remember who I was when I felt my first love the scent overpowered me just like you did and as I drove home the scent filled my car as the first rain of winter spotted my windshield and for the first time since I stopped wearing this perfume I smiled when I thought of you.

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Oct 16, 2018

Oct 16, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC

Old Perfume

I wore an old perfume today so I could remember who I was when I felt my first love the scent overpowered me just like you did and as I drove home the scent filled my car as the first rain of winter spotted my windshield and for the first time since I stopped wearing this perfume I smiled when I thought of you.

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The air that surrounds you smells like your home each time I get a whiff of you I feel a guilt I have never known a guilt I wonder if my past lovers felt when they got a whiff of me. do you unconsciously see this guilt in me the way I saw it in them? Will there ever come a time in which there is no guilt no words I have to fake no false words I have to hear Your heart beats with sweetness like sugar but there, in the pit of my stomach is the truth I'll never tell: in you, I see the worst of me the past I clawed my way out of In you I can see the darkest years and the scent of you fills my eyes with tears

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Oct 5, 2018

Oct 5, 2018 at 11:07 PM UTC

Untitled

The air that surrounds you smells like your home each time I get a whiff of you I feel a guilt I have never known a guilt I wonder if my past lovers felt when they got a whiff of me. do you unconsciously see this guilt in me the way I saw it in them? Will there ever come a time in which there is no guilt no words I have to fake no false words I have to hear Your heart beats with sweetness like sugar but there, in the pit of my stomach is the truth I'll never tell: in you, I see the worst of me the past I clawed my way out of In you I can see the darkest years and the scent of you fills my eyes with tears

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Please show me how to forgive my heart wants to give every last one of you the forgiveness that has been ripening in me for years But my mind projects the memories of your actions, your failures, and your lies and suddenly forgiveness is tainted with disgust and disappointment I was a child until I wasn't anymore. my youth expired as my blindness was healed and, finally, I saw the crimson of your sins. Have you been washed as white as snow? No, you have not. because only I posses the power to forgive you only I can heal the disease of your mind only I can cleanse the guilt that eats you alive everyday But you never asked me to forgive never sought out my healing touch never begged for my mercy were you too fearful? Too prideful? Too selfish? Healed, cleansed, and forgiven. These belong to me. You will never know the depths of the purity and beauty that only the humane can feel.

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Oct 4, 2018

Oct 4, 2018 at 12:05 AM UTC

the humane

Please show me how to forgive my heart wants to give every last one of you the forgiveness that has been ripening in me for years But my mind projects the memories of your actions, your failures, and your lies and suddenly forgiveness is tainted with disgust and disappointment I was a child until I wasn't anymore. my youth expired as my blindness was healed and, finally, I saw the crimson of your sins. Have you been washed as white as snow? No, you have not. because only I posses the power to forgive you only I can heal the disease of your mind only I can cleanse the guilt that eats you alive everyday But you never asked me to forgive never sought out my healing touch never begged for my mercy were you too fearful? Too prideful? Too selfish? Healed, cleansed, and forgiven. These belong to me. You will never know the depths of the purity and beauty that only the humane can feel.

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