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breanna-hermann
breanna-hermann
“I read in order to write. I read out of obsession with writing.” / Cynthia Ozick
i've grown to be a very lonely person loneliness is a paper bag loneliness isn't an emotion it's what you become you forget how to talk when your thoughts are the only voices your life becomes an existential mirage all you have are memories you grasp as they fade away so alone that memories are the only company keeping you sane memories distract you of the reality that you are now irrelevant reminders that you once were wanted in a room, there were people wanting to share their time with you. you were visible. you were cared for. my life is an old scrapbook everyone moves on with their lives i'm stuck in the past but no one cared to pull me out you don't know what loneliness is until your past is the only thing you think about and your bed becomes your crying shoulder atleast a bed can soak up my tears// atleast my bed supports my aching body people will just drown you and break all of your bones
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC
hollow
you didn't have to touch me to instil fear in my body silencing me from the screaming and rage in your eyes i saw the devil i saw the same hatred as the man who tortured me you didn't have to touch me to awaken my trauma i cried harder than i ever have hyperventilation the pain was inflicted inside but hurt worse than cigarette burns and you told me you'd take me home but when I asked you insisted I laid in bed and ignored my uncomfort knowing I was too afraid to walk out the door putting your arms around me, I was stiff and my cries were screams and I had never hyperventilated that hard before like I forgot how to breathe I can't handle reliving those moments you basically held me against my will for your own comfort when I was the one in pain I never thought I'd be the same after that you kept telling me you loved me but you were just obsessed and wanted me in your possession.
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
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humans are just small planets i want you orbiting me we could play frisbee with the stars i want us on the moon sleeping in it's craters frick me on the big dipper we'll make our own constellations
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC
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i was a piñata and you swung at me with a spiked bat and tore me open and all of my candy fell out and emptied all of the sweetness I kept inside to keep myself from turning bitter
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
his sweet tooth
I spilt Pepsi on the poems I wrote you in your notebook an accident that hinted they didn't mean a thing
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Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
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you made a home out of my heart only to become an interior designer.
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 6:27 AM UTC
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i just want to keep learning // my mind is a sponge soaking up all of the information around me // my mind is a black hole ******* every experience in i want to grow i water myself my body is so small but i don't have to be i don't want to think of things i want to just know the answers i want to be insightful to you i want to impress you with my mind one day you'll learn so much from me one day i'll be the teacher instead of the student // you will carry my words of wisdom with you across your brain i want to make a difference i want to be remembered for the things pouring out of my mind // i want people to think of me as an intelligent woman overall not for my tiny figure or heavy heart
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 6:17 AM UTC
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**** me dead i'd be satisfied dying with you inside of me we melt the sun we ARE the sunrise choke me i trust you rough with my tiny body you **** me best with the meaning every soul lacked my body is warm on yours let's move to Alaska for an excuse to always touch you know how to make my toes curl // your lust could start wildfires all over this town let's burn it all down our bodies blow up in smoke inhale me
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 5:24 AM UTC
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ferret trapped in a humans body sleeping 70% of the time being mischievous the other 30% loneliness would **** me
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 3:11 AM UTC
I'm just a
you picked me apart like you were a vulture and i was your prey. i am trying to scrape you off of my bones
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
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