aidyl-ecarg-nella - Hello Poetry

I'm not happy But you love me So I'll be okay I think

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Jun 13, 2014

Jun 13, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC

I'm not happy But you love me So I'll be okay I think

I wish you still loved my handwriting my bangs my intelligence my laugh my smile my eyes my accomplishments my stubbornness I fear you've forgotten everything except that you plan on staying here.

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Jun 13, 2014

Jun 13, 2014 at 5:37 PM UTC

I wish you still loved

I wish you still loved my handwriting my bangs my intelligence my laugh my smile my eyes my accomplishments my stubbornness I fear you've forgotten everything except that you plan on staying here.

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I think once your mind wanders to their sleeping breathe on your neck the warmth under your shares covers their dreaming hand finding yours you're pretty much ******

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Jun 13, 2014

Jun 13, 2014 at 5:35 PM UTC

Wandering

I think once your mind wanders to their sleeping breathe on your neck the warmth under your shares covers their dreaming hand finding yours you're pretty much ******

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It doesn't hurt to think about you. You didn't hurt me. It hurts to think about me. Who I am, what I've been. I thin I may have broken my own heart.

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Jun 13, 2014

Jun 13, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC

Broke my own heart

It doesn't hurt to think about you. You didn't hurt me. It hurts to think about me. Who I am, what I've been. I thin I may have broken my own heart.

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I've never given you this much trust before. I've always been..in control. But what if you stop, when I no longer make you? What if you choose someone else, when I no longer make you choose me? I never had this trust and I don't know where I'm mustering it up from.

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Jun 13, 2014

Jun 13, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC

Trust

I've never given you this much trust before. I've always been..in control. But what if you stop, when I no longer make you? What if you choose someone else, when I no longer make you choose me? I never had this trust and I don't know where I'm mustering it up from.

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You're what I looked to when I was losing someone else. I don't know who to look to now.

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Jun 13, 2014

Jun 13, 2014 at 4:22 PM UTC

Untitled

You're what I looked to when I was losing someone else. I don't know who to look to now.

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*-a story- * We went on a walk, you and I. We had a map. We began, expecting the weather to be warm and sunny. But immediately, dark fat clouds glared down at us from the sky. We ran through the rain and came upon a large dark forest. The map said this was the way. And at the first, the trail seemed smooth and easy. I said to you, “Don’t worry, this won’t take long.” But you replied, “You may want it to.” After only a few minutes, I looked back over at you. You were gone! I called your name, and you answered. You were still right beside me, always with me. I could only not see you. We went on like that for a while until suddenly, with a loud crack- a large tree branch fell on me. The pain was unbearable. You talked to me, you tried to help and comfort me. But I yelled at you; I didn’t need you! I would fix this myself. I couldn’t see you anyway, how could you possibly help? I forced you to walk on without me. I lay there, soaking in my pain, for hours- even days on end. My heart broke from the loneliness. I didn’t need you. Oh, but where were you? Finally, I had laid there alone, in the worst pain of my life, for long enough. I yelled for help. Soon, the branch was lifted and rolled away. Who was it- who was near enough to hear me call? You finally spoke, and I realized you had never left me. All that time you’d been waiting nearby. I never saw you, but you saw me. You waited for me to need you. We had to continue our journey. I walked several steps behind you. I was left with a painful limp and I continued to breathe heavily. I knew you must have wished you’d gone on the trail without me. But you held your hand out behind you and pulled me along with you. Soon, I could see your body very faintly, every few steps. You carried me on your shoulders for a while and I regained much of my strength. Only a small limp still reminded me of the branch. One day we crossed a very fast and wide river. You carried me and I was safe. I looked at you and I saw you. I saw your face after waiting so long. Your lips smiled and so did mine. We followed the map exactly, and soon it appeared that the forest was improving. We gathered fruits and nuts from the now-green trees. Little animals scurried in front of us. The air was warm and the trail pleasant, except for a few evenings when you were again invisible, or I feared the monotony of the path. We still did not abandon our journey. Not long ago now, we began to study the map a little harder. We realized something crazy, something we couldn’t believe. The map had no end. The trail was meant to keep going for the rest of our lives. At first I was terrified. I pushed you away and ran; I had to have a way off the trail! But you showed me the map once more. It showed that in no time at all, we would exit the dark forest. The rest of the trail was made not of gravel, but of diamonds. You showed me the sunrise that spread over the remainder of the trail. The best stars I’d ever see lay spotted above. You pointed at the shimmering lakes and bright green bushes with the most luscious berries I would ever taste. Lastly, you showed me that my hand was to be in your hand every step further across the map. My heart wanted that. You’d been right all along. I wanted to go on this walk with you and never let it come to an end. I wanted the journey to last forever. Your lips smiled and so did mine. We’re on a walk, you and I. The trail never ends.

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Dec 30, 2013

Dec 30, 2013 at 1:40 PM UTC

Our Walk

*-a story- * We went on a walk, you and I. We had a map. We began, expecting the weather to be warm and sunny. But immediately, dark fat clouds glared down at us from the sky. We ran through the rain and came upon a large dark forest. The map said this was the way. And at the first, the trail seemed smooth and easy. I said to you, “Don’t worry, this won’t take long.” But you replied, “You may want it to.” After only a few minutes, I looked back over at you. You were gone! I called your name, and you answered. You were still right beside me, always with me. I could only not see you. We went on like that for a while until suddenly, with a loud crack- a large tree branch fell on me. The pain was unbearable. You talked to me, you tried to help and comfort me. But I yelled at you; I didn’t need you! I would fix this myself. I couldn’t see you anyway, how could you possibly help? I forced you to walk on without me. I lay there, soaking in my pain, for hours- even days on end. My heart broke from the loneliness. I didn’t need you. Oh, but where were you? Finally, I had laid there alone, in the worst pain of my life, for long enough. I yelled for help. Soon, the branch was lifted and rolled away. Who was it- who was near enough to hear me call? You finally spoke, and I realized you had never left me. All that time you’d been waiting nearby. I never saw you, but you saw me. You waited for me to need you. We had to continue our journey. I walked several steps behind you. I was left with a painful limp and I continued to breathe heavily. I knew you must have wished you’d gone on the trail without me. But you held your hand out behind you and pulled me along with you. Soon, I could see your body very faintly, every few steps. You carried me on your shoulders for a while and I regained much of my strength. Only a small limp still reminded me of the branch. One day we crossed a very fast and wide river. You carried me and I was safe. I looked at you and I saw you. I saw your face after waiting so long. Your lips smiled and so did mine. We followed the map exactly, and soon it appeared that the forest was improving. We gathered fruits and nuts from the now-green trees. Little animals scurried in front of us. The air was warm and the trail pleasant, except for a few evenings when you were again invisible, or I feared the monotony of the path. We still did not abandon our journey. Not long ago now, we began to study the map a little harder. We realized something crazy, something we couldn’t believe. The map had no end. The trail was meant to keep going for the rest of our lives. At first I was terrified. I pushed you away and ran; I had to have a way off the trail! But you showed me the map once more. It showed that in no time at all, we would exit the dark forest. The rest of the trail was made not of gravel, but of diamonds. You showed me the sunrise that spread over the remainder of the trail. The best stars I’d ever see lay spotted above. You pointed at the shimmering lakes and bright green bushes with the most luscious berries I would ever taste. Lastly, you showed me that my hand was to be in your hand every step further across the map. My heart wanted that. You’d been right all along. I wanted to go on this walk with you and never let it come to an end. I wanted the journey to last forever. Your lips smiled and so did mine. We’re on a walk, you and I. The trail never ends.

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I'm never going to ever be with you again. I can never talk to you again, never kiss you, never drive to nowhere in your arms. I'll have no one to soften my crying, or to make me laugh like you did. You can never call me, my dear, or say you love me ever again. I'll never be yours again.

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Jun 10, 2013

Jun 10, 2013 at 2:10 AM UTC

Never Going to Ever

I'm never going to ever be with you again. I can never talk to you again, never kiss you, never drive to nowhere in your arms. I'll have no one to soften my crying, or to make me laugh like you did. You can never call me, my dear, or say you love me ever again. I'll never be yours again.

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I was too immature and innocent to recognize the constant pain I was in. I ignored it; I thought it natural and normal. It was something you just didn't discuss. But you can't hold it in forever. I grew up and so did my pain. I remember the first time I felt a ridiculous amount of it. Anger, resentment, confusion, sorrow, guilt. Especially guilt. When you disregard something like that for so long... how are you supposed to react when it hits you? It changed close to everything I had decided about myself. All my plans and dreams and ideas and opinions, I questioned it all. I realized what I had done and who others really were. I realized how alone I was and why I had always felt that way. Once I stopped ignoring it I began to learn to deal with it. Some days I found it harder than others. Pain is an odd thing. You know it's bad and you don't always initially like it. But it's addictive and eventually you don't want anything else interfering. You get used to it. Sad people think sad thoughts and listen to sad music and read sad books and love sad people. Pain loves pain.

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Mar 31, 2013

Mar 31, 2013 at 2:51 AM UTC

Narcissistic Pain had a Tale

I was too immature and innocent to recognize the constant pain I was in. I ignored it; I thought it natural and normal. It was something you just didn't discuss. But you can't hold it in forever. I grew up and so did my pain. I remember the first time I felt a ridiculous amount of it. Anger, resentment, confusion, sorrow, guilt. Especially guilt. When you disregard something like that for so long... how are you supposed to react when it hits you? It changed close to everything I had decided about myself. All my plans and dreams and ideas and opinions, I questioned it all. I realized what I had done and who others really were. I realized how alone I was and why I had always felt that way. Once I stopped ignoring it I began to learn to deal with it. Some days I found it harder than others. Pain is an odd thing. You know it's bad and you don't always initially like it. But it's addictive and eventually you don't want anything else interfering. You get used to it. Sad people think sad thoughts and listen to sad music and read sad books and love sad people. Pain loves pain.

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I fold the piece of paper and put it in my pocket cuz I'm about to build the world's first rocket Come along and paint my very first rocket ship Be careful on my lawn my mother asks that you don't drip We'll start the engine tomorrow morning and leave right after dawn Lift off in my backyard, being careful of the lawn Our rocket will go to outer space and land upon the moon we'll be light years further away than any other person soon I won't lose the paper, I'll keep it in my pocket together we're gonna fly the world's first rocket

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Mar 31, 2013

Mar 31, 2013 at 2:30 AM UTC

the World's 1st Rocket

I fold the piece of paper and put it in my pocket cuz I'm about to build the world's first rocket Come along and paint my very first rocket ship Be careful on my lawn my mother asks that you don't drip We'll start the engine tomorrow morning and leave right after dawn Lift off in my backyard, being careful of the lawn Our rocket will go to outer space and land upon the moon we'll be light years further away than any other person soon I won't lose the paper, I'll keep it in my pocket together we're gonna fly the world's first rocket

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