delilah-summers - Hello Poetry

Sometimes, when love grows, it does not run wild, like haphazard branches of a tree you wanted to stand beside. It does not unravel like a birthday present, hidden deep under layers of suspense, and adventure. It does not swirl around the world like a rainbow, celebrating first touches, accidental eye contacts, and naked phone calls. Sometimes, when love grows, it grows like the lines of a poem which once marked tombstones around your heart. It sticks like a fresh bruise under your feet, and makes you want to run, behind butterflies and stars. It grows like a seed in your throat, every-time you gulp, it scalps a little skin, and heart. Sometimes, when love grows, it outgrows you. – Mayank Arora II. Sometimes, love dies. Sometimes, love dies like the falling autumn leaves That swirl in a storm And before you know it, the summer is over. Sometimes, love dies like the ever widening spaces in midnight phone conversations, Just like the crackle over the line swallows your soul, Love swallows you whole. It’s musty rankness creeps up on you in the middle of your third dance, When your lipstick begins to fade and the cocktail has gone stale. Love fails. Sometimes love reeks of broken dreams And heaving, bruised promises. It stinks of the clamor for survival against all odds. Though it boasts of battle sores, Sometimes, love loses the war. Sometimes love dies, Fading away faster than the colours of the polaroid That made love grow in the first place. Sometimes, love renders lovers faceless. Sometimes, when love dies, It ends the lies, Just so you can live a little.

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Nov 13, 2015

Nov 13, 2015 at 12:50 PM UTC

Response to ideal love

Sometimes, when love grows, it does not run wild, like haphazard branches of a tree you wanted to stand beside. It does not unravel like a birthday present, hidden deep under layers of suspense, and adventure. It does not swirl around the world like a rainbow, celebrating first touches, accidental eye contacts, and naked phone calls. Sometimes, when love grows, it grows like the lines of a poem which once marked tombstones around your heart. It sticks like a fresh bruise under your feet, and makes you want to run, behind butterflies and stars. It grows like a seed in your throat, every-time you gulp, it scalps a little skin, and heart. Sometimes, when love grows, it outgrows you. – Mayank Arora II. Sometimes, love dies. Sometimes, love dies like the falling autumn leaves That swirl in a storm And before you know it, the summer is over. Sometimes, love dies like the ever widening spaces in midnight phone conversations, Just like the crackle over the line swallows your soul, Love swallows you whole. It’s musty rankness creeps up on you in the middle of your third dance, When your lipstick begins to fade and the cocktail has gone stale. Love fails. Sometimes love reeks of broken dreams And heaving, bruised promises. It stinks of the clamor for survival against all odds. Though it boasts of battle sores, Sometimes, love loses the war. Sometimes love dies, Fading away faster than the colours of the polaroid That made love grow in the first place. Sometimes, love renders lovers faceless. Sometimes, when love dies, It ends the lies, Just so you can live a little.

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As I grow, I learn. My desires from a relationship have changed over the course of time. Now I no longer want someone who says they would be with me forever, and I no longer want someone who says they would never leave me. I am not looking for someone who is always neatly dressed up, or wears shiny shoes, or has an amazing sense of humour or has great guitar playing skills. I am not looking for someone who has the false sense of love, and thinks that love is finding that one perfect person, or someone who is trying to check items off their list while they search for "the one". I want someone who understands that "the one" is a fairy tale, and though fairy tales do happen in real life, they take much more work than the Cinderella finding her prince charming by walking into a party. Every fairy tale ends with "happily ever after", I want someone who realizes that the "happily ever afters" are a lot of hard work. As I grow, I have learnt that the physical traits matter less and less and loyalty and undivided attention are the most important traits in a relationship. I don't want someone who sugar coats everything, and never gets angry at anything. I want someone who is raw, and real, and tells me how it really is. I am more interested in someone who realizes that sometimes life happens and sometimes things don't work out. I want to be able to make a conversation with them, for four hours straight, and not feel bored, and not feel unwanted and not feel like they are not listening. I want someone who wants to know how my day was, always. As I grow, I have learnt that privacy is important, and there is only so much time that we all have on this earth and only so many people that we can spend it with. I want someone who wants to spend their time with me as much as I want to spend time with them, any less is just not good enough. I want someone who admits that they really like my company rather than playing games, alas, modern dating, games have become the norm, and I don't have time or patience to play along. As I grow, I have learnt, that I am complete by myself, and I don't need anyone to define my existence, but you can make me so much better. I want to be stronger with you, and grow with you, together, and individually. To tell you the truth - no, I don't need you - but I really want you. And all of this, that you realize that we are two very different people, and that we are just starting to know each other, and that we might not work out, and everything else about our relationship, makes me think that this might actually work, that we've got a pretty good shot.

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Nov 13, 2015

Nov 13, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC

Ideal love

As I grow, I learn. My desires from a relationship have changed over the course of time. Now I no longer want someone who says they would be with me forever, and I no longer want someone who says they would never leave me. I am not looking for someone who is always neatly dressed up, or wears shiny shoes, or has an amazing sense of humour or has great guitar playing skills. I am not looking for someone who has the false sense of love, and thinks that love is finding that one perfect person, or someone who is trying to check items off their list while they search for "the one". I want someone who understands that "the one" is a fairy tale, and though fairy tales do happen in real life, they take much more work than the Cinderella finding her prince charming by walking into a party. Every fairy tale ends with "happily ever after", I want someone who realizes that the "happily ever afters" are a lot of hard work. As I grow, I have learnt that the physical traits matter less and less and loyalty and undivided attention are the most important traits in a relationship. I don't want someone who sugar coats everything, and never gets angry at anything. I want someone who is raw, and real, and tells me how it really is. I am more interested in someone who realizes that sometimes life happens and sometimes things don't work out. I want to be able to make a conversation with them, for four hours straight, and not feel bored, and not feel unwanted and not feel like they are not listening. I want someone who wants to know how my day was, always. As I grow, I have learnt that privacy is important, and there is only so much time that we all have on this earth and only so many people that we can spend it with. I want someone who wants to spend their time with me as much as I want to spend time with them, any less is just not good enough. I want someone who admits that they really like my company rather than playing games, alas, modern dating, games have become the norm, and I don't have time or patience to play along. As I grow, I have learnt, that I am complete by myself, and I don't need anyone to define my existence, but you can make me so much better. I want to be stronger with you, and grow with you, together, and individually. To tell you the truth - no, I don't need you - but I really want you. And all of this, that you realize that we are two very different people, and that we are just starting to know each other, and that we might not work out, and everything else about our relationship, makes me think that this might actually work, that we've got a pretty good shot.

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For once in my life I have everything I've ever wanted A guy I've been dreaming of my whole life Nights were I don't cry myself to sleep Not hugging the toilet after every meal convinced it would shatter my fragile physical appearance You'd look at me and think I've peaked Maybe I have in everyones eyes. But in reality I still miss every minute I spent with you I still miss you calling me your princess I miss the way your fingers caressed my face with eyes filled with belief that this will be forever But the only thing that's forever is the feeling of regret that hit me the minute I let you walk away.

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May 5, 2015

May 5, 2015 at 2:15 AM UTC

Missing you is my peak

For once in my life I have everything I've ever wanted A guy I've been dreaming of my whole life Nights were I don't cry myself to sleep Not hugging the toilet after every meal convinced it would shatter my fragile physical appearance You'd look at me and think I've peaked Maybe I have in everyones eyes. But in reality I still miss every minute I spent with you I still miss you calling me your princess I miss the way your fingers caressed my face with eyes filled with belief that this will be forever But the only thing that's forever is the feeling of regret that hit me the minute I let you walk away.

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Someone will tell you that she's seeing someone someday and that she's happy and your hands will stop working. You'll have to work hard to hold on to whatever you're holding. I hope it's not glass, I hope it's not breakable. Suddenly you'll remember everything that you ever loved about her. Everything that ever moved you to tears, made your insides feel like they were tying themselves into knots. That she was loyal, that she was open for you, that she smiled against your mouth when you kissed. Like it felt easy, like God had put the two of you together deliberately, like it had been the plan all along. But for whatever reason, you let her go and you thought it was the right thing for a little while, it felt like you knew exactly what you were doing. Except now all the parts of you that touched her knows that you're never going to be able to touch her again and that hurts. Even your fingers are sad, even your stomach is aching from the loss of it all. you're never going to get that again and thats why your regret looks like artwork that would have been masterpiece if you'd finished it. your regret looks like plucking a flower before it's bloomed. So maybe you'll call her and you'll tell her that you miss her and she'll sound gentle on the phone but not in love with you anymore. she'll say "we happened and we were important but you let me go. I'm sorry, but you let me go" and thats how you'll know.

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Feb 15, 2015

Feb 15, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC

You'll know

Someone will tell you that she's seeing someone someday and that she's happy and your hands will stop working. You'll have to work hard to hold on to whatever you're holding. I hope it's not glass, I hope it's not breakable. Suddenly you'll remember everything that you ever loved about her. Everything that ever moved you to tears, made your insides feel like they were tying themselves into knots. That she was loyal, that she was open for you, that she smiled against your mouth when you kissed. Like it felt easy, like God had put the two of you together deliberately, like it had been the plan all along. But for whatever reason, you let her go and you thought it was the right thing for a little while, it felt like you knew exactly what you were doing. Except now all the parts of you that touched her knows that you're never going to be able to touch her again and that hurts. Even your fingers are sad, even your stomach is aching from the loss of it all. you're never going to get that again and thats why your regret looks like artwork that would have been masterpiece if you'd finished it. your regret looks like plucking a flower before it's bloomed. So maybe you'll call her and you'll tell her that you miss her and she'll sound gentle on the phone but not in love with you anymore. she'll say "we happened and we were important but you let me go. I'm sorry, but you let me go" and thats how you'll know.

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I've been struggling for quite a while trying to find a series of words to express my happiness in a series of situations. It's not that I am unhappy. It's simply the idea of happiness doesnt hit you at 3 AM when you're halfway through a mental breakdown, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle back to get rid of the breezes of air that rush through your memories turning your heart into a shattered piece of ice. Happiness is not wishing you were still young and foolish, letting him convince you that he's still in love with you. Happiness is living with your cold heart on your sleeve, dancing in the rain even if it's just metaphorical, and loving a guy that will never love you back when knowing you'll probably end up being hurt again. It's sitting across your laptop trying to find the right way to explain when you're happy to a bunch of sad souls sitting across from their screens too trying to find refuge in other people's words, trying to find hope that the happiness they're looking for is found by someone else and that they will eventually find it too.

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Oct 21, 2014

Oct 21, 2014 at 7:23 PM UTC

I'm happy.. I think?

I've been struggling for quite a while trying to find a series of words to express my happiness in a series of situations. It's not that I am unhappy. It's simply the idea of happiness doesnt hit you at 3 AM when you're halfway through a mental breakdown, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle back to get rid of the breezes of air that rush through your memories turning your heart into a shattered piece of ice. Happiness is not wishing you were still young and foolish, letting him convince you that he's still in love with you. Happiness is living with your cold heart on your sleeve, dancing in the rain even if it's just metaphorical, and loving a guy that will never love you back when knowing you'll probably end up being hurt again. It's sitting across your laptop trying to find the right way to explain when you're happy to a bunch of sad souls sitting across from their screens too trying to find refuge in other people's words, trying to find hope that the happiness they're looking for is found by someone else and that they will eventually find it too.

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The happiest I've ever been was when my hair was blowing in the warm summer breeze, listening to your calming words while looking up at the night sky, counting the stars. Almost as many as the number of chances I've given you to prove yourself to me, prove that you truly do love me the way you wrote in your little black book of secrets. Now all I have left is the burning cigarette in my hand, tears in my eyes, and the condescending misunderstanding uncomprehending people around me that mistake my poetry for an escape rather than the way my life is right now.

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Oct 17, 2014

Oct 17, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC

Sad Stars

The happiest I've ever been was when my hair was blowing in the warm summer breeze, listening to your calming words while looking up at the night sky, counting the stars. Almost as many as the number of chances I've given you to prove yourself to me, prove that you truly do love me the way you wrote in your little black book of secrets. Now all I have left is the burning cigarette in my hand, tears in my eyes, and the condescending misunderstanding uncomprehending people around me that mistake my poetry for an escape rather than the way my life is right now.

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People ask why I write no happy poetry It's for the simple reason that my happiest poetry is when I'm with you. your words tattooed in my brain and your touch engraved in my skin. Darling you're my happiness.

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Oct 17, 2014

Oct 17, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC

Happy

People ask why I write no happy poetry It's for the simple reason that my happiest poetry is when I'm with you. your words tattooed in my brain and your touch engraved in my skin. Darling you're my happiness.

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Some may say that feeling nothing is better than hurting but they're wrong because the tug and tearing of my heart means so much more than a monotonous beat A beating heart that indicates being physically alive while the tearing of it indicated that my soul is finally feeling something different.

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Oct 6, 2014

Oct 6, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC

Nothing.

Some may say that feeling nothing is better than hurting but they're wrong because the tug and tearing of my heart means so much more than a monotonous beat A beating heart that indicates being physically alive while the tearing of it indicated that my soul is finally feeling something different.

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The feeling of being replaced is unlike any other. It comes in stages like a cancer cell running through your blood stream Denial Fear Depression Breakdowns and finally, the thing that destroys the most, feeling replaceable like the dozen flowers he used to buy you every week. But don't fret because you'll lie to yourself and make yourself believe that you deserve better, that you can feel loved again. And now you're lying to yourself the way he lied to you.

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Sep 25, 2014

Sep 25, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC

Replaced

The feeling of being replaced is unlike any other. It comes in stages like a cancer cell running through your blood stream Denial Fear Depression Breakdowns and finally, the thing that destroys the most, feeling replaceable like the dozen flowers he used to buy you every week. But don't fret because you'll lie to yourself and make yourself believe that you deserve better, that you can feel loved again. And now you're lying to yourself the way he lied to you.

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Colliding stars and exploding galaxies are nowhere near comparable to the way I felt when your fingers traced my skin with such love and emotion, stripping me down to my most vulnerable and naked version of my soul. You're my muse My missing piece The poison in my blood that drives me to push harder The peace within my thoughts and desires The love I have never imagined to be so real You're everything I have ever dreamt of and everything I will ever want no matter where we are or what we are doing because I know that I could never fake another love or another smile. I crave you so much, my soul aches when you're not around. I wait for the day I get to look at you the same way again in full honesty and comfort because you were never anything but my saviour. All of this is put in three simple words that do not do my feelings any justice. All I ever wanted to do was find the right and perfect way to tell you that I love you. And I always will.

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Jul 30, 2014

Jul 30, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC

It's You

Colliding stars and exploding galaxies are nowhere near comparable to the way I felt when your fingers traced my skin with such love and emotion, stripping me down to my most vulnerable and naked version of my soul. You're my muse My missing piece The poison in my blood that drives me to push harder The peace within my thoughts and desires The love I have never imagined to be so real You're everything I have ever dreamt of and everything I will ever want no matter where we are or what we are doing because I know that I could never fake another love or another smile. I crave you so much, my soul aches when you're not around. I wait for the day I get to look at you the same way again in full honesty and comfort because you were never anything but my saviour. All of this is put in three simple words that do not do my feelings any justice. All I ever wanted to do was find the right and perfect way to tell you that I love you. And I always will.

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