jamie-waldrop - Hello Poetry

I'm too young to be this sick of my own company.

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May 6, 2021

May 6, 2021 at 10:21 AM UTC

I'm too young to be this sick of my own company.

its darker than I thought it would be now that always seems to happen in winter I forget what it's like for the days to grow so short and the nights to grow so cold it happens every year but I never remember there's some kind of grace in that our ability to forget just how dark the world can be

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Dec 14, 2020

Dec 14, 2020 at 10:48 PM UTC

some kind of grace

its darker than I thought it would be now that always seems to happen in winter I forget what it's like for the days to grow so short and the nights to grow so cold it happens every year but I never remember there's some kind of grace in that our ability to forget just how dark the world can be

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you fell in love over all those cups of coffee that you made me pour but you never drank I fell in love when you chose that song on the jukebox cause you'd heard me hummin' it we fell in love when you stayed till close knowin' the street lamp was out so you could walk me to my bus we stayed in love when the world got so loud and big cause even in the dinner rush I can hear you say more, please

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Dec 14, 2020

Dec 14, 2020 at 10:35 PM UTC

lonely diner

you fell in love over all those cups of coffee that you made me pour but you never drank I fell in love when you chose that song on the jukebox cause you'd heard me hummin' it we fell in love when you stayed till close knowin' the street lamp was out so you could walk me to my bus we stayed in love when the world got so loud and big cause even in the dinner rush I can hear you say more, please

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It is entirely possible that I am a cliche. But then again, I suppose it's entirely possible we all are. WE act like we're fine. Like we understand. We move forward when every part of ourselves wants to stand still and scream. WHO AM I? I thought I'd know by now. I thought I would see her, in a mirror one day and I'd know. But I don't. there are more wrinkles now. The signs of worry and uncertainty mark my skin. But I still don't know anything..

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Nov 5, 2018

Nov 5, 2018 at 2:13 PM UTC

Still can't see

It is entirely possible that I am a cliche. But then again, I suppose it's entirely possible we all are. WE act like we're fine. Like we understand. We move forward when every part of ourselves wants to stand still and scream. WHO AM I? I thought I'd know by now. I thought I would see her, in a mirror one day and I'd know. But I don't. there are more wrinkles now. The signs of worry and uncertainty mark my skin. But I still don't know anything..

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I thought I knew him. I thought I loved him. But I was wrong. And he was wrong for me.

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Feb 24, 2018

Feb 24, 2018 at 11:16 PM UTC

Thought Wrong

I thought I knew him. I thought I loved him. But I was wrong. And he was wrong for me.

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I don't remember the last time someone told me the truth before their lies had already damaged me irreparably.

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Feb 24, 2018

Feb 24, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC

Lies

I don't remember the last time someone told me the truth before their lies had already damaged me irreparably.

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Too much time has passed for me to go back to the person that I was. But not enough to become the person that I will be. I seem to be stuck somewhere, forever between the two.

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Apr 11, 2017

Apr 11, 2017 at 2:39 AM UTC

Stuck

Too much time has passed for me to go back to the person that I was. But not enough to become the person that I will be. I seem to be stuck somewhere, forever between the two.

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Something has happened. I have changed. This happens to all of us. But I'm scared. I'm scared because I think that at some point I lost something. Something of myself. Something I can never get back. And what really scares me. Is that with every passing day. I remember less and less. What I lost.

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Aug 5, 2016

Aug 5, 2016 at 1:01 AM UTC

Growing Up

Something has happened. I have changed. This happens to all of us. But I'm scared. I'm scared because I think that at some point I lost something. Something of myself. Something I can never get back. And what really scares me. Is that with every passing day. I remember less and less. What I lost.

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Perhaps In life There are no Satisfying endings. Only Definitive ones.

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Jan 6, 2016

Jan 6, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC

Perhaps

Perhaps In life There are no Satisfying endings. Only Definitive ones.

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I'm a little bit terrified that I'm A real life Manic pixie dream girl. What if I only exist To help others Find their place in this world? What if I'm doomed To float in and out Of depressive episodes? Never having actually Done much of anything. A depthless side character In my own life.

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Oct 2, 2015

Oct 2, 2015 at 3:26 AM UTC

MPDG

I'm a little bit terrified that I'm A real life Manic pixie dream girl. What if I only exist To help others Find their place in this world? What if I'm doomed To float in and out Of depressive episodes? Never having actually Done much of anything. A depthless side character In my own life.

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