janeloop - Hello Poetry

My 20s weren’t good to me My 20’s were bad All my friends grew up And I stayed sad 20 meltdowns 20 lies 20 mistakes All this time passed by And I continue to ache

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May 6, 2019

May 6, 2019 at 9:31 PM UTC

janeloop

Aging

My 20s weren’t good to me My 20’s were bad All my friends grew up And I stayed sad 20 meltdowns 20 lies 20 mistakes All this time passed by And I continue to ache

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Did he want it to hurt? When he trampled on every flower your planted in your heart's garden, did he mean for it to be this painful? It's soiled. Everything.

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Sep 10, 2017

Sep 10, 2017 at 8:38 PM UTC

janeloop

Garden

Did he want it to hurt? When he trampled on every flower your planted in your heart's garden, did he mean for it to be this painful? It's soiled. Everything.

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I want to smoke. It's all I can think about. It's not the first time I've had these feelings. I used to be an addict To the fluttering high Of nicotine. Chain-smoking to fill the void. I seem cool with a cigarette in my mouth. I have social interactions with a stranger with a cigarette in my mouth. I joke with coworkers on break with a cigarette in my mouth. I get outside more with a cigarette in my mouth. I'll die with a cigarette in my mouth.

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Sep 10, 2017

Sep 10, 2017 at 8:20 PM UTC

janeloop

Nicotine

I want to smoke. It's all I can think about. It's not the first time I've had these feelings. I used to be an addict To the fluttering high Of nicotine. Chain-smoking to fill the void. I seem cool with a cigarette in my mouth. I have social interactions with a stranger with a cigarette in my mouth. I joke with coworkers on break with a cigarette in my mouth. I get outside more with a cigarette in my mouth. I'll die with a cigarette in my mouth.

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Your mother is a mess. She drinks until she can't speak and smokes until she can't breathe. She leaves voicemails on your phone that she won't remember the next day. She slurs, "I love you." "Why won't you call me?" "I'm doing better now." I remember it all. How insecure you are with name-calling. I slip and say something I regret, you lash out like a hurt animal. You were emotionally abused growing up. So was I. I am a mess.

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Sep 10, 2017

Sep 10, 2017 at 8:19 PM UTC

janeloop

Mess

Your mother is a mess. She drinks until she can't speak and smokes until she can't breathe. She leaves voicemails on your phone that she won't remember the next day. She slurs, "I love you." "Why won't you call me?" "I'm doing better now." I remember it all. How insecure you are with name-calling. I slip and say something I regret, you lash out like a hurt animal. You were emotionally abused growing up. So was I. I am a mess.

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I fall too easily. It's hard not to when you are indecisive. I don't have a favorite color Or a favorite flower Or a favorite number. I love them all I love too easily And I change my mind too much You're my favorite color right now, My favorite flower, My favorite number, My favorite indecision. Don't worry, it will change soon.

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Sep 10, 2017

Sep 10, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC

janeloop

Falling

I fall too easily. It's hard not to when you are indecisive. I don't have a favorite color Or a favorite flower Or a favorite number. I love them all I love too easily And I change my mind too much You're my favorite color right now, My favorite flower, My favorite number, My favorite indecision. Don't worry, it will change soon.

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