alexandra-gutierrez - Hello Poetry

I don't really know how to start this. It's been exactly a year since I could call you a friend. More than a year since I could call you my best friend. Does it matter to you how I'm doing? Do you care that I'm moving in April? Do you care that it broke my heart when I found out you were in town the day of my wedding and not even that could get you to even send me a message? I care. I care how you're doing. I care that you were in town on my wedding day and didn't even tell me. I care that you call Linda your best friend now. I care about Andrea and Karina and the twins. I care about what you're doing. I care about how things affect you. And I feel stupid because I know you don't care. I know you don't care to tell me when you're in town. I know you don't care to tell me about any life updates. And I know you don't give a **** about how I'm doing. You made that clear the last time we talked. It's been a year since we've had a decent conversation and we were best friends since the sixth grade. That feeling couldn't have just went away because you felt like it. You know, people tell me I should just move on from you and get some new friends. And maybe they're right. But you were a big part in my life. It's hard to just let that go.

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Oct 15, 2015

Oct 15, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC

To whomever it may concern.

I don't really know how to start this. It's been exactly a year since I could call you a friend. More than a year since I could call you my best friend. Does it matter to you how I'm doing? Do you care that I'm moving in April? Do you care that it broke my heart when I found out you were in town the day of my wedding and not even that could get you to even send me a message? I care. I care how you're doing. I care that you were in town on my wedding day and didn't even tell me. I care that you call Linda your best friend now. I care about Andrea and Karina and the twins. I care about what you're doing. I care about how things affect you. And I feel stupid because I know you don't care. I know you don't care to tell me when you're in town. I know you don't care to tell me about any life updates. And I know you don't give a **** about how I'm doing. You made that clear the last time we talked. It's been a year since we've had a decent conversation and we were best friends since the sixth grade. That feeling couldn't have just went away because you felt like it. You know, people tell me I should just move on from you and get some new friends. And maybe they're right. But you were a big part in my life. It's hard to just let that go.

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I love you. And I know this is something that I should say in person, but I have bad memory and I would forget the look on your face when I told you. And I want to remember this feeling when I'm mad at you or sad. I want to be able to look back at this exact moment and know that I don't care what you did, I love you. I don't know if you love me back and I don't care because I love you regardless. I figured out why I've been sleeping more ever since I met you. It's because I have to have some sort of break from constantly thinking about how perfect you are for me and how ****** of a person I am and how I'm probably going to disappoint you or I'm already disappointing you and how one day you're going to leave and I'm going to be alone again. But I love you. And I know I spend a lot of time with you, and I think you look really cute when you eat. I love the smile on your face when you're telling me a story about a thing you did with your friends. And I love the way your mouth tastes and I love the way you kiss me. I love the way you laugh and I love when you stare at me and tell me that you can't stop because you honestly think I'm beautiful. I love every second with you and I hate when you leave. I love you. I love you. I love you and I chose you and I'm so happy that you chose me. I love you and I will always love you because you make me a better person without realizing it. And I'm constantly rewriting this because no combination of 26 letters could ever possibly describe how much I love you. I love you.

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Jul 31, 2014

Jul 31, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC

I love him.

I love you. And I know this is something that I should say in person, but I have bad memory and I would forget the look on your face when I told you. And I want to remember this feeling when I'm mad at you or sad. I want to be able to look back at this exact moment and know that I don't care what you did, I love you. I don't know if you love me back and I don't care because I love you regardless. I figured out why I've been sleeping more ever since I met you. It's because I have to have some sort of break from constantly thinking about how perfect you are for me and how ****** of a person I am and how I'm probably going to disappoint you or I'm already disappointing you and how one day you're going to leave and I'm going to be alone again. But I love you. And I know I spend a lot of time with you, and I think you look really cute when you eat. I love the smile on your face when you're telling me a story about a thing you did with your friends. And I love the way your mouth tastes and I love the way you kiss me. I love the way you laugh and I love when you stare at me and tell me that you can't stop because you honestly think I'm beautiful. I love every second with you and I hate when you leave. I love you. I love you. I love you and I chose you and I'm so happy that you chose me. I love you and I will always love you because you make me a better person without realizing it. And I'm constantly rewriting this because no combination of 26 letters could ever possibly describe how much I love you. I love you.

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If you know me, or even talked to me at all, you would know I like my music loud because I want to shut the world out. music to me is your lovers voice to you, soothing for me like a mother's voice to her sleepy baby. You would know that I don't know what I want to be because I love everything and I love nothing. You would know that I love my freedom because I'm selfish and all I can see is me. You would know I'm not the type of person to be set to one person because the tune gets boring. You would know I don't want the red roses on our first date, I don't want to coordinate our colors for prom, I don't want the butterflies in my stomach, I don't want to worry if what I'm doing will hurt your feelings. You would know that I'm not the type of girl that guys fall in love with. You would know not to make me a priority because you aren't mine. You would know that I don't care what you're doing and I won't ever. I'm not the type to change, I'm the type to leave you behind and not regret it. So don't expect anything from me Because I'm not the type to care.

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Jun 25, 2014

Jun 25, 2014 at 11:02 AM UTC

I'm not that person

If you know me, or even talked to me at all, you would know I like my music loud because I want to shut the world out. music to me is your lovers voice to you, soothing for me like a mother's voice to her sleepy baby. You would know that I don't know what I want to be because I love everything and I love nothing. You would know that I love my freedom because I'm selfish and all I can see is me. You would know I'm not the type of person to be set to one person because the tune gets boring. You would know I don't want the red roses on our first date, I don't want to coordinate our colors for prom, I don't want the butterflies in my stomach, I don't want to worry if what I'm doing will hurt your feelings. You would know that I'm not the type of girl that guys fall in love with. You would know not to make me a priority because you aren't mine. You would know that I don't care what you're doing and I won't ever. I'm not the type to change, I'm the type to leave you behind and not regret it. So don't expect anything from me Because I'm not the type to care.

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I am a poet With no muse. Baby, come back to me, I need inspiration.

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Apr 25, 2014

Apr 25, 2014 at 12:14 AM UTC

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I am a poet With no muse. Baby, come back to me, I need inspiration.

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If you ask me about last year, I will tell you about how many friends I had. What we talked about, What we were interested in. If you ask me about last year, I will tell you about the parties I went to. The people I met. The embarrassing moments. If you ask me about last year, I will tell you about me having great days And laughter And happiness. I'll never tell you about me falling in love. Or how bad it hurt to lose him. Or the fights I had with my mom. Or even the failing grades I had. I went tell you about the failed attempt To kick him out of my life. Or my trip to the hospital Because swallowed 30 painkillers. These things that happened, I'll never tell you about.

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Apr 17, 2014

Apr 17, 2014 at 2:06 AM UTC

if you ask me about last year

If you ask me about last year, I will tell you about how many friends I had. What we talked about, What we were interested in. If you ask me about last year, I will tell you about the parties I went to. The people I met. The embarrassing moments. If you ask me about last year, I will tell you about me having great days And laughter And happiness. I'll never tell you about me falling in love. Or how bad it hurt to lose him. Or the fights I had with my mom. Or even the failing grades I had. I went tell you about the failed attempt To kick him out of my life. Or my trip to the hospital Because swallowed 30 painkillers. These things that happened, I'll never tell you about.

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I live to write poetry. Love is my muse. I breathe to smell the romantic candles. Love is my intoxication. I have lips and a tongue only to collide with yours. Love is your mouth. I see only to reassure myself that you're real. Love has made me blind. My heart beats for you, Lungs fill with the smoke from the **** Mouth fill of your saliva, Fingers entangled in yours, Love has finally awaken me.

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Mar 16, 2014

Mar 16, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC

ranting love poem.

I live to write poetry. Love is my muse. I breathe to smell the romantic candles. Love is my intoxication. I have lips and a tongue only to collide with yours. Love is your mouth. I see only to reassure myself that you're real. Love has made me blind. My heart beats for you, Lungs fill with the smoke from the **** Mouth fill of your saliva, Fingers entangled in yours, Love has finally awaken me.

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You are happy and full of life. You are addictive. You aren't old at all. Yes, your body might be, But it's your mind and Soul That gets me to fall in love with you.

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Feb 3, 2014

Feb 3, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC

your soul is more beautiful than anything; that's what gets me

You are happy and full of life. You are addictive. You aren't old at all. Yes, your body might be, But it's your mind and Soul That gets me to fall in love with you.

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It's been exactly one week. How did it feel? I wasn't there to text you every second. I wasn't there for you to talk to when you were frustrated. I wasn't there to comfort you when you were sad. I wasn't there when you smiled. I wasn't there for anything. That's how it's going to feel in about half a month. For another ******* year and a half. It's not that hard of a decision to make. Just move in with me.

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Jan 21, 2014

Jan 21, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC

best friend; i don't want you far away

It's been exactly one week. How did it feel? I wasn't there to text you every second. I wasn't there for you to talk to when you were frustrated. I wasn't there to comfort you when you were sad. I wasn't there when you smiled. I wasn't there for anything. That's how it's going to feel in about half a month. For another ******* year and a half. It's not that hard of a decision to make. Just move in with me.

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Someone tried to tell me love isn't like roses. Love is exactly like roses. At first, they're beautiful, The smell consumes you. After a while they starts to die, But they're still pretty. In the end, the roses are dead, The pretty smell is gone. But you never throw them away Because the memory of how beautiful They once were Still lingers with you. So you hope And pray that one day the roses will be as they once were, But they won't.

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Jan 7, 2014

Jan 7, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC

flowers is the earth smiling.

Someone tried to tell me love isn't like roses. Love is exactly like roses. At first, they're beautiful, The smell consumes you. After a while they starts to die, But they're still pretty. In the end, the roses are dead, The pretty smell is gone. But you never throw them away Because the memory of how beautiful They once were Still lingers with you. So you hope And pray that one day the roses will be as they once were, But they won't.

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10:52 P.M. I can't keep writing about the emptiness I feel Or how sad I am. I can't keep listening to people tell me To fill it with God Or Drugs. I can't keep staring at the mirror trying to figure out Why you were so interested in my eyes that day. I can't keep touching my ribs Trying to give it the same feeling you did When you gave me a hug in the hallway. I can't keep thinking about you Every night when I'm alone I can't keep being in love with you.

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Dec 30, 2013

Dec 30, 2013 at 1:02 AM UTC

take me in small doses; i'll take you all at once

10:52 P.M. I can't keep writing about the emptiness I feel Or how sad I am. I can't keep listening to people tell me To fill it with God Or Drugs. I can't keep staring at the mirror trying to figure out Why you were so interested in my eyes that day. I can't keep touching my ribs Trying to give it the same feeling you did When you gave me a hug in the hallway. I can't keep thinking about you Every night when I'm alone I can't keep being in love with you.

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