enough - Hello Poetry

Those first feelings of love I can still smell it I can smell the black light in his bedroom Is that weird Like static Like an electrical fire The first time to told me I was beautiful  I could feel my eyes being in to melt I’m not crying  Its a hallucination  And I can smell where girls left daggers in your heart I can taste the cigarette butts outside your window  Taylor are you listening  Are we in love anymore

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Jun 7, 2017

Jun 7, 2017 at 8:47 PM UTC

Too fast

Those first feelings of love I can still smell it I can smell the black light in his bedroom Is that weird Like static Like an electrical fire The first time to told me I was beautiful  I could feel my eyes being in to melt I’m not crying  Its a hallucination  And I can smell where girls left daggers in your heart I can taste the cigarette butts outside your window  Taylor are you listening  Are we in love anymore

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Taylor, I wish that you could see yourself the way I see you. When you look at yourself, you see your mistakes, your past, your body, etc. You see a guy who strives so hard to be the hero but the cape never quite seemed to fit. And you felt like you could never win, never make everyone happy while at a disregard for your own well-being. You let the things that you’ve been told your whole left take root in your brain and grow into something parasitic. Something crippling and I swear to god when you reflect on yourself you must be seeing the image in a shattered mirror. You look at your body like it’s the remnants of a house. All scrap metal and broken wood. But you are more than stray debris from the hurricane that has been life misfortune placed on you. You are something amazing and unusual, unlike anyone else on this earth. You miss the small things that make you, you. The small freckles on your ears and arms, tiny kisses from the sun, like the universes promise that you are loved. The sun glinting in those beautiful blue eyes, (or green as you’ve told me a million times). The small crinkles around them as you smile, warming my heart and the whole room. Perfect porcelain teeth and a smile as striking and wide as the sea itself, and holds about as much as beauty and life as the Pacific, I swear. I see you in everything around me. I see you in the warm light that drifts in through my blinds in the morning, when I’m wishing you were next to me. In the steam of a hot drink and the first cigarette of the day. Street lights reflecting on cars, small animals, early morning breakfasts- sipping coffee in that little booth, and all those small things that make life worth getting up in the morning. You make my life worth getting up in the morning. No matter how depressed or tired or greasy or ***** I will always find my way back home to your bed. Back to you. The long story short of this letter is that you are much more than you seem. You are more than the mistakes of your past or the parts of your body you hate. When I see you I see a kind man. I see intelligence and caring and protectiveness. I’m not going to sit here and patronize you and act like you are without flaws, but who isn’t? No one is without flaw and I still love every one of yours. Every part of you. I fell in love with you for your soul and the heart pumping under your ribcage. You’re only 19 my love. Things won’t be this hard on you forever. All these beating waves are shaping and smoothing the way for something great, I promise. I love you Taylor James.

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Oct 20, 2016

Oct 20, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC

open letter

Taylor, I wish that you could see yourself the way I see you. When you look at yourself, you see your mistakes, your past, your body, etc. You see a guy who strives so hard to be the hero but the cape never quite seemed to fit. And you felt like you could never win, never make everyone happy while at a disregard for your own well-being. You let the things that you’ve been told your whole left take root in your brain and grow into something parasitic. Something crippling and I swear to god when you reflect on yourself you must be seeing the image in a shattered mirror. You look at your body like it’s the remnants of a house. All scrap metal and broken wood. But you are more than stray debris from the hurricane that has been life misfortune placed on you. You are something amazing and unusual, unlike anyone else on this earth. You miss the small things that make you, you. The small freckles on your ears and arms, tiny kisses from the sun, like the universes promise that you are loved. The sun glinting in those beautiful blue eyes, (or green as you’ve told me a million times). The small crinkles around them as you smile, warming my heart and the whole room. Perfect porcelain teeth and a smile as striking and wide as the sea itself, and holds about as much as beauty and life as the Pacific, I swear. I see you in everything around me. I see you in the warm light that drifts in through my blinds in the morning, when I’m wishing you were next to me. In the steam of a hot drink and the first cigarette of the day. Street lights reflecting on cars, small animals, early morning breakfasts- sipping coffee in that little booth, and all those small things that make life worth getting up in the morning. You make my life worth getting up in the morning. No matter how depressed or tired or greasy or ***** I will always find my way back home to your bed. Back to you. The long story short of this letter is that you are much more than you seem. You are more than the mistakes of your past or the parts of your body you hate. When I see you I see a kind man. I see intelligence and caring and protectiveness. I’m not going to sit here and patronize you and act like you are without flaws, but who isn’t? No one is without flaw and I still love every one of yours. Every part of you. I fell in love with you for your soul and the heart pumping under your ribcage. You’re only 19 my love. Things won’t be this hard on you forever. All these beating waves are shaping and smoothing the way for something great, I promise. I love you Taylor James.

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lately i cant help but lay in bed and worry all day

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Sep 13, 2016

Sep 13, 2016 at 11:15 AM UTC

my lungs hurt and i think about cancer a lot

lately i cant help but lay in bed and worry all day

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im so tired and you keep rubbing my heart in glass i dont undertsand why you cant love me the way you used to when we were just a bit younger and my heart was new now im bruised and i dont weant to see your face stop trying to change me

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Apr 3, 2016

Apr 3, 2016 at 3:17 AM UTC

mesto inspired me

im so tired and you keep rubbing my heart in glass i dont undertsand why you cant love me the way you used to when we were just a bit younger and my heart was new now im bruised and i dont weant to see your face stop trying to change me

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I want to disapeer I want the earth to drag me under Much farther than a casket I'll burn up in the mantle

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Mar 4, 2016

Mar 4, 2016 at 2:50 PM UTC

plate tectonics

I want to disapeer I want the earth to drag me under Much farther than a casket I'll burn up in the mantle

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we are very different in some ways but if art class taught me anything it was about coomplimentary colors. We are oppposites but we fit. we make eachother better like colors on opposite sides of the spectrum.

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Feb 22, 2016

Feb 22, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC

the truth

we are very different in some ways but if art class taught me anything it was about coomplimentary colors. We are oppposites but we fit. we make eachother better like colors on opposite sides of the spectrum.

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My legs laid across you Eating suckers and laughing You're so handsome when you smile And Oh no I love you again

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Feb 15, 2016

Feb 15, 2016 at 4:16 AM UTC

Tonight

My legs laid across you Eating suckers and laughing You're so handsome when you smile And Oh no I love you again

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if you'd rip my skin off Underneath it'd say Thank you for loving me As I'm bleeding under your hands It's all you can see Just "thank you for loving me" Your touch cuts me like a hard punch from a kings fist Diamonds split my lips And I still strangle out the syllables Thank you for loving me Your love was a seed I planted in my skin And it grew into dandelions In my eyes their yellow brilliance couldn't compare But my friends screamed that they were nothing but weeds Barbs on leaves hooking me Sinking me deeper For your smile I'd resurface To say Thank you For loving me

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Feb 12, 2016

Feb 12, 2016 at 6:55 PM UTC

nothing i write mkes sense

if you'd rip my skin off Underneath it'd say Thank you for loving me As I'm bleeding under your hands It's all you can see Just "thank you for loving me" Your touch cuts me like a hard punch from a kings fist Diamonds split my lips And I still strangle out the syllables Thank you for loving me Your love was a seed I planted in my skin And it grew into dandelions In my eyes their yellow brilliance couldn't compare But my friends screamed that they were nothing but weeds Barbs on leaves hooking me Sinking me deeper For your smile I'd resurface To say Thank you For loving me

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i like to put raspebrries on my fingers and i like to smoke cigarettes in my window i like to torture myself cause i like to kiss you and i like to think its childish that you have to date to love but my friends like to say that im killing myself but the truth is im killing us instead i like to give myself pain like you gave me time and time again i like to think we'll be okay i just dont know when

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Feb 12, 2016

Feb 12, 2016 at 6:12 PM UTC

like

i like to put raspebrries on my fingers and i like to smoke cigarettes in my window i like to torture myself cause i like to kiss you and i like to think its childish that you have to date to love but my friends like to say that im killing myself but the truth is im killing us instead i like to give myself pain like you gave me time and time again i like to think we'll be okay i just dont know when

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i cant be what you need.

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Feb 11, 2016

Feb 11, 2016 at 12:16 PM UTC

this is my last will

i cant be what you need.

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