amanda-small - Hello Poetry

i hear your car pull into the driveway and I rush to close my eyes. i pull the covers to my shoulders and pretend that i am sleeping this has become my ritual i can hear your key turn in the lock and my heart presses against my ribcage. i have been waiting for this you quietly enter our bedroom the smell of snow follows you in. silence (just for a moment.) then the rustle of layers being shed i feel the bed shift as you climb in next to me slowly you reach for me lightly touching my side in this dark room i am beaming 'hey' it's all you say, but in it i can hear the high note of every love song. with a smile firmly in place i slowly open my eyes only to find myself alone in a room miles away

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Dec 21, 2016

Dec 21, 2016 at 1:47 AM UTC

nightmares

i hear your car pull into the driveway and I rush to close my eyes. i pull the covers to my shoulders and pretend that i am sleeping this has become my ritual i can hear your key turn in the lock and my heart presses against my ribcage. i have been waiting for this you quietly enter our bedroom the smell of snow follows you in. silence (just for a moment.) then the rustle of layers being shed i feel the bed shift as you climb in next to me slowly you reach for me lightly touching my side in this dark room i am beaming 'hey' it's all you say, but in it i can hear the high note of every love song. with a smile firmly in place i slowly open my eyes only to find myself alone in a room miles away

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i'm twenty-one years old and most days don't seem worth it. growing up i always had the assumption that these feelings would go away. that life would become more appealing that my depression and anxiety would finally stop sleeping over. no one ever wants to tell you that you don't grow out of depression. that you learn to wear it like a second skin they just keep telling you that things will get better and i want to believe them so i go home and watch the clock and day dream about eventually

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May 19, 2015

May 19, 2015 at 4:08 PM UTC

Twenty-one.

i'm twenty-one years old and most days don't seem worth it. growing up i always had the assumption that these feelings would go away. that life would become more appealing that my depression and anxiety would finally stop sleeping over. no one ever wants to tell you that you don't grow out of depression. that you learn to wear it like a second skin they just keep telling you that things will get better and i want to believe them so i go home and watch the clock and day dream about eventually

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and all these years later i still have a tendency to wander to spin to dance and you watch me. you watch me drift from foot to foot just testing my own stability (i'm a lot more stable than i used to be) i'm finally used to me

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Jul 13, 2014

Jul 13, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC

twenty.

and all these years later i still have a tendency to wander to spin to dance and you watch me. you watch me drift from foot to foot just testing my own stability (i'm a lot more stable than i used to be) i'm finally used to me

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your voice reminds me of bumble bees and ice cream

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Jul 13, 2014

Jul 13, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC

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