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they say love is not supposed to hurt but it does. it hurts to say it. it hurts to feel it. it hurts to know it. but maybe it's not the love itself that is painful. what's painful are the cracks and ropes that trap us to this mess. I'm tired of being trapped here and I'm tired of feeling hurt. I wanna escape but there's not a single way out
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May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 10:20 AM UTC
I'll sit and watch it burn
The other day I showed my mom my poems "Why do you always write sad poems? Write happy." She says I just nodded, but I couldn't tell her my code of secrecy. I write so I can let all the pain go The pain of yesterday and the reason that was was that I didn't have anybody when I moved Everybody was occupied And on my first day of school, I ruined everything my words were spoken in clumps and my pen was my only companion So I wrote wrote like the ink was my blood and paper my skin and poetry accepted my request of being a friend now my poems act as a mentor and a tutor I can't give up writing sad poems because if I do, I'll lose yesterday
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May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 11:35 PM UTC
"Write happy"
Her mailed candy from half a world away taste of our friendship and of my childhood but mostly bittersweet nostalgia I remember those afternoons under the bent tree crouching on the trodden grass because we didn't want to get bitten by bugs chewing the exact candy I have in my mouth my mouth watering and melting it the sweet and stale candy took me somewhere else where only my memories of her existed
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May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
Mailed candy
Today is Mother's Day. My mother's name means victory. She smells like a proper, hard-working woman, but also a pristine chrysanthemum. I type this with a burnt tea tongue for and to my lovely, lovely mom. My mother supports feminism, masculinism, and me. She taught me how to speak, how to run, how to love, how to feel. I love my mother. I miss being 8 when you would tuck me in, but I miss yesterday when you told me how to deal with a mishap. My family isn't in any way organised or perfect, but you do your best to put us in line like toy soldiers. Sometimes I fall out with her, we get into fights a lot. I hate crying in front of her, it makes me insecure. I hate when she gets mad at me, my heart shakes when her voice drills the car. But without her my life would be different, I would be a selfish, spoilt girl who isn't strong and doesn't have common sense. Although she won't understand this, she gave up half her life to move from her homeland to the country whose tongue she can't understand, I want to scream out, I LOVE YOU, MOM. Happy Mother's Day to the sweetest, most-hardworking mother in this eternity. xoxo, F C
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May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC
Message, not a poem.
Of course it's her; she is the universe while I am barely a moon She's the shooting stars while I am an asteroid She's the galaxy while I am merely a planet She's has a meaning while I am just a riddle
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May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC
Her
I've found a lover A lover in the least likely of all A lover who listened A lover who can overpower but protect me A lover who is persuasive A lover who is like a drug A lover who is so tempting to follow A lover who speaks their mind to me A lover who told me to join their mission Death kissed me on the neck and took                                                       me                                                   by                                              the                                        hand
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May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
A lover who listened
I am drowning drowning in every breath I take in with my burning lungs drowning as if you are pushing me headfirst into a cold river drowning as if my brain had started swelling but I’m an actress "yes, I’m okay," I say through struggling, but you are pushing me when I can’t swim and when I try to float back to the surface, you pull me back down "don't you like it?" "I do, but, its just.." "you're gonna be fine" I'm not going to be fine. but I can't fight you. because this friendship is like a slave contract. you are owning my feelings and washing them away with your violent waters.
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May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 9:45 AM UTC
enslaved
You broke me up You broke me up into shards, lying on the floor, helpless You broke my heart You broke my heart up, lying to say that you would be mine forever You were a lying mirror, telling the other girls the same thing You were a puzzle, never knowing which piece went where I sometimes even wondered if all the pieces were there I gave you all I had, because I trusted you You stole and grabbed and took all of me, merciless and cold I was hypnotized by your lies: I was the one, we would be forever together But that’s what you told everyone else I gave you my attention; you drank it up like lemonade on a hot day, not leaving any for me I gave you my hopes; but you took it away and threw it on the ground, stomping viciously I gave you my dreams; but you said they would never come true and I was lying on the floor, sobbing I gave you my love; but you treated me like a stranger and my heart was bleeding I gave you my life; but you drowned me in the river that flowed under the stone bridge, and I almost died You suffocated me; you broke me; you murdered away all the color in me Now I sit, silently sobbing, regretting ever meeting you, a tear of anger slowly falling We are done.
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May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
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