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hayden-emily-rose-zhara
hayden-emily-rose-zhara
American My name is not Hayden Emily Rose Zhara, that is an alias I created for myself in middle school. I write poetry because I have a lot of feeling that well up in my heart and over time they build. they just keep going and going. I write to let it out. I am a published poet. My poem "Soar" was published in a book called "The Stars in our Hearts." So, if you like my poems, or if you don't, I always love feedback.
I could write A whole ******* book About how I feel When you look at me The want The love The utter admiration It's just like something Out of a story. Our story. Our beautiful little story Of how we went from strangers To flirting To this beautiful relationship I call home. I never get tired of hearing it. I never get tired of being in it. Because you're everything. You're my laughter on the ********* of days My comfort when the sky is turned to gray My warm embrace and shelter from the rest of the world. All the jokes, and smiles, and cuddles and kisses and beautiful words... all a great reminder that you are my home. And when things are hard I know they'll get better. Because we communicate. Because you talk to me. Because above all else you want to be with me just as much as I want to be with you. Because I love you And you love me. Sometimes I feel like this isn't real Because it's too good to be true. Sometimes I feel like I'm not enough Because you're so great. Sometimes I feel like I'll wake up and you will have been a dream. A beautiful beautiful dream. But you're my dream. And even if I wake up tomorrow And it was all in my head At least I'll always know That maybe you're out there Somewhere Waiting for me As I have been dreaming of you. Because you're my home. And you're my boo. And I don't want to be With anyone else But you.
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Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 4:21 AM UTC
I love you
My body is Increasingly becoming sick It's becoming disgusting With all the harmful things That I allow to Pass through my lips. I'm always tired I do little exercise I feel always out of breath I almost never drink water I am lousy with unhealthiness. I hate food. I hate what it does to me I hate how it makes me feel. But most of all I hate that I am So hopelessly addicted. Even when I'm full I seek snacks To fill my emptiness. To comfort my brokenness To cease the pain. My journey of the road to recovery Will be long And painful And fraught with trying to make amends For the horrible things I have done to my body. To fix what is broken To try and find something else To fill the void. To make the headaches And the ****** feelings disappear.
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Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC
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Let me tell you About the man I've been dating He's gentle He's sweet He's kind He learned exactly How I like my blankets For when he tucks me in And he kisses my forehead When he leaves. The man That I've been dating Isn't afraid to touch me When we're out in public He has no problem Holding my hand Or locking me in an embrace Or kissing me despite strangers Being around. The man That I've been dating Always gives me The most understanding look When I'm talking About a bad day Or when I'm telling him About my traumatic past Or even when We're discussing random topics. The man That I've been dating Went out of his way To bring me syrup When I ran out for my waffles. The man That I've been dating Has cried Trying to get me To see how beautiful I am Because he so strongly believes it. The man That I've been dating Has the most amazing laugh And my world gets a little brighter When he's in it And he makes me feel Like I'm enough for him He sometimes even Makes me feel Like I'm too good for him... Something that I'm not used to. The man That I've been dating Gives me movie kisses And the most perfect hugs Like our bodies fit together And were made for one another I never knew Any relationship Could be like this Until I met The man That I've been dating
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 2:43 AM UTC
The man that I've been dating
My life is alot different now Without you I can go weeks and months Without even thinking of you And when I do It's all pain The horrible truth of what you did Pain all the same And even that Is getting less and less Because I have someone new And because I'm better without you. I never needed you To be happy I never needed you To love my self Of course there's plenty of blame To go around But I'm not the one that cheated I'm not the one that didn't care One day I'll wake up With my Love's arms around me And you'll be nothing But a painful memory. A time where I Naive and gullible Thought you loved me Thought you cared But I was just ensnared. A prisoner to your whim A slave to your needs You got what you wanted And I got to leave. But now my boo He holds my heart He always makes me laugh And says sorry when he farts He loves to cuddle And he loves to kiss Being with him Has been such bliss. He listens to me And helps me fix my problems It's always an adventure with him And no one can top him. In a way I'm glad you happened I'm glad you came into my life And I'm glad you left it You helped me see What a relationship shouldn't be And my only regret Is that it took me so long to realize it. You couldn't have been A more perfect teacher And this is the last I'm writing about you Because you aren't worth my time Not worth my words And not worth my energy.
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Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 12:23 AM UTC
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He used to make me happy On rainy days i still feel comfortable in his arms I like waking up with his arms wrapped around me And his breath at my ear I still enjoy the sound of his voice Mindlessly talking about stuff i don't care about. But something has changed. Maybe its our understanding that this is a dead end relationship Maybe its that its too late for him to try and make things better. He's just salting the wounds even more. Making it worse. But he's trying. I'm just not happy. I'm not happy with the guy that told me i wasn't good enough I'm not happy with the guy that told me he was ashamed to be with me. You never forget the first time that someone who looked at you like you were the most beautiful woman on earth told you you should lose weight to look better. I wish i could forget that you left me before for someone else. And i wish that you never told me that you didn't want to let yourself fall in love with me because you didn't want to be stuck because you felt like you could do better. I wish i could start fresh. With a new perspective of you. I wish that you would stop ******* up. And making me unhappy. I really ******* wish i could walk away But i need you. I need you to do my taxes I need you to take me to the dmv so i can get my license. I need you to help me be an adult. And i need you to make me feel like a woman when you make love to me. I don't want to lose the home i have in your arms. And the comfortable gaze i hold in your eyes. I don't want to lose the breath in my ears And i don't want to stop waking up in your arms. I just don't know if i can walk away right now.
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 8:01 AM UTC
My secret
He used to make me happy On rainy days i still feel comfortable in his arms I like waking up with his arms wrapped around me And his breath at my ear I still enjoy the sound of his voice Mindlessly talking about stuff i don't care about. But something has changed. Maybe its our understanding that this is a dead end relationship Maybe its that its too late for him to try and make things better. He's just salting the wounds even more. Making it worse. But he's trying. I'm just not happy. I'm not happy with the guy that told me i wasn't good enough I'm not happy with the guy that told me he was ashamed to be with me. You never forget the first time that someone who looked at you like you were the most beautiful woman on earth told you you should lose weight to look better. I wish i could forget that you left me before for someone else. And i wish that you never told me that you didn't want to let yourself fall in love with me because you didn't want to be stuck because you felt like you could do better. I wish i could start fresh. With a new perspective of you. I wish that you would stop ******* up. And making me unhappy. I really ******* wish i could walk away But i need you. I need you to do my taxes I need you to take me to the dmv so i can get my license. I need you to help me be an adult. And i need you to make me feel like a woman when you make love to me. I don't want to lose the home i have in your arms. And the comfortable gaze i hold in your eyes. I don't want to lose the breath in my ears And i don't want to stop waking up in your arms. I just don't know if i can walk away right now.
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He drove me to his house Kissed me on to his bed And it was there In the light of his computer He looked into my eyes The sincerest of smiles from the most content parts of his heart on his face And he said it. 3 words... 8 letters... "I love you" Shocked by the turn of events Because he had never said it first. By general rule i always said it first I kissed him. Until i realized that this was exactly what i wanted. Him. His love. Always. So I broke the kiss to say it back. "I love you too" And we kissed. But there was something new. A wetness to it. He broke the kiss and buried his face in my neck. And he cried. Because of so much stuff that i had yet to learn. So much stuff that i wanted to learn but never wanted to push about. And so much stuff that i could maybe never understand. I didn't know. I didn't know what to do. Just hold him as he cried. Until he looked up at me and said it again. He said they weren't sad tears. And it was from that moment that i knew it was something much deeper. Something i wish on no one Especially the love of my life. Something I'm afraid to ask him Because its one thing i want him never to relive... Because I love him Because without him i would not be here. So we laid there for awhile Till he got up and laid next to me instead of on me. Tears streamed from his eyes Till I blew on his neck, in what he calls elephant kisses, and started to laugh. Because i will always be there to pick him up When he can't pick himself up....
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Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 6:05 AM UTC
Most intimate moment of my life
He drove me to his house Kissed me on to his bed And it was there In the light of his computer He looked into my eyes The sincerest of smiles from the most content parts of his heart on his face And he said it. 3 words... 8 letters... "I love you" Shocked by the turn of events Because he had never said it first. By general rule i always said it first I kissed him. Until i realized that this was exactly what i wanted. Him. His love. Always. So I broke the kiss to say it back. "I love you too" And we kissed. But there was something new. A wetness to it. He broke the kiss and buried his face in my neck. And he cried. Because of so much stuff that i had yet to learn. So much stuff that i wanted to learn but never wanted to push about. And so much stuff that i could maybe never understand. I didn't know. I didn't know what to do. Just hold him as he cried. Until he looked up at me and said it again. He said they weren't sad tears. And it was from that moment that i knew it was something much deeper. Something i wish on no one Especially the love of my life. Something I'm afraid to ask him Because its one thing i want him never to relive... Because I love him Because without him i would not be here. So we laid there for awhile Till he got up and laid next to me instead of on me. Tears streamed from his eyes Till I blew on his neck, in what he calls elephant kisses, and started to laugh. Because i will always be there to pick him up When he can't pick himself up....
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He's always there I have no privacy. My life is full of him I'm never alone anymore I cry from the headaches it gives me. But losing him would be worse I love him more then privacy. I love him more than anything What I don't get Is why he loves me. I look through his phone I grab his *** I always look ugly but he tells me I'm beautiful. I'm a mess And he loves me. Maybe it's because I'm always there for him. Maybe it's because when he's going through hard times I always make sure he's taken care of. I love him And he loves me just the same. And if we don't end up together It'll be a waste of an amazing relationship And years of my life But i will never regret the effort The love The affection The time The money And the care That i gave him. No... That will never be a waste.
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 5:55 AM UTC
Loving him
I need more friends I need more of a life I need to be less of a loser I'm trying to be here I'm trying to be there He's always there He's always here I need less of him And more of me
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 8:48 AM UTC
Losing myself
I remember the first time I saw us together... Physically saw us together. It was in your bathroom mirror the first time I went to your house. I was wearing your shirt And you were wearing mine. And I thought we looked like the biggest mix match couple ever. Like people would wonder how we got together. 2 years later and I love every single picture Of us together. Every single time it makes me so happy. Just looking at the pictures of us. Remebering how in love with you I am. Knowing how far we've come. Its so beautiful. We are the most adorable couple. We try the hardest. Not only are we making things work We're loving each other while doing it. I wouldn't want to make it work with anyone else but you. Because I'm so in love With you yelling "wake up it's morning" And you saying hellooooo when you call me and it eventually escalating to "haaarrrooo" I'm so in love with the smiles you keep adorned on my face in your presence The laughs that flow out of me when I'm with you When your a complete and utter dork and all I can think about when I look at you Is how lucky I am How in love with you I am And how I could never be with anyone else.
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Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 8:16 AM UTC
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I can hear myself getting more and more annoying Because the only thing I speak about Is him. I can see the people I talk to getting tired of hearing about him. See the exhaustion on their faces as I go on and on about this man I claim to be so in love with. And I can't stop myself. Not for one second. Because if I stop myself Maybe the spell will break. Maybe I only love him theoretically. Maybe my love for him is contingent on being able to talk about him. Maybe if I stop talking about him every second of the day I will cease to love him And then I will have nothing. Nothing to talk about. No one to be with. And that's so absurd. Because I love him. I love him with all my being... But here I am. Still talking about him Because I'm too scared to find out if I'm right.
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Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC
Scared...