jay-3 - Hello Poetry

Lately I have been numb I can never write when I am numb, and the only logical reason I have for being able to write this is the fact that it's 12 am and im drunk but I'm still somehow able to spell out my words without constantly messing up I dont know, maybe its magic.. Or maybe I'm falling apart again I can write my feelings, I can write emotions, I can spell out the colors of the rainnbow in such intricate detail that you would have to read it over 3 times before you understood what I was talking about But I wont make you do that. Some days, I feel as if I could write a story about the way your lips curve into a smile like I've never seen before Some days I could wrap my legs around you and bury my face it the space where your neck and shoulders meet and just relax into you Some days I think I could rip myself apart and lay the pieces over all of your puddles to keep your shoes from getting wet, You see, I am in love with you, desperatly in love with you utterly, incredibly in love with oyu. Im hiding behind bulletproof glass windows, like the ones they have in those cop shows and I'm staring at the mirror while you stare at me and I'm wondering what the **** is going on I hate the thought of everyone else standing on the outside and looking in while I fall apart And the thing is, I have no reason to fall apart, somethimes when im riding in the car, I look out of the window and I think about killing myself, sometimes I just tell people that im sad and i dont know why and they call me selfish but how can i be selfish if I cann't even find myself I got lost somw=ehwere a long time ago and I thought that I could find myself in a church on a street in a house on upton I thought I could find myself inside a monk named bhudda, I was told he had the secrets to peace and I wanted them so badly I though I could find myself in a book, but that only gave me a story for a few days and when I finished I was back to square one again and that kinda **** can really **** you up mentally I thought I could find myself in a blunt and a bottle but I realized that wasn't for me when I was throwing up in showers, toilets and sinks, while a stranger held my hair back and told me not to think and when I left the bathroom some randm **** asked me if I wanted another drink, before I know it im passed out on the floor and im missing some of my clothes and thats not a good life if there ever was such a thing.. I thought I could find myself in a paintbrush but art gives me more anxiety than ever because my hands won't stop shaking from the numbness So tonight I'll try to find myself in the bottom of a cheap dollar store wine glass, I'll try to wrap myself around the constant drum of my fingers hitting the keys because nobody seems to believe in paper and pencil anymore and tonight I will love you like I've never loved anything in this entire ******* world before, because I think that everyone I've ever tried to love before was a fluke, and like that one song says, they're probably broken roads that lead to you, I'm waiting for the day I get the courage to leave my mirror and walk out of that gray walled, bullteproof window interrogation room, The day I can finally look into your eyes and tell you how glad I am to finally meet you and ask you where the **** you've been.

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Nov 23, 2014

Nov 23, 2014 at 12:03 AM UTC

A Letter To The One I Love

Lately I have been numb I can never write when I am numb, and the only logical reason I have for being able to write this is the fact that it's 12 am and im drunk but I'm still somehow able to spell out my words without constantly messing up I dont know, maybe its magic.. Or maybe I'm falling apart again I can write my feelings, I can write emotions, I can spell out the colors of the rainnbow in such intricate detail that you would have to read it over 3 times before you understood what I was talking about But I wont make you do that. Some days, I feel as if I could write a story about the way your lips curve into a smile like I've never seen before Some days I could wrap my legs around you and bury my face it the space where your neck and shoulders meet and just relax into you Some days I think I could rip myself apart and lay the pieces over all of your puddles to keep your shoes from getting wet, You see, I am in love with you, desperatly in love with you utterly, incredibly in love with oyu. Im hiding behind bulletproof glass windows, like the ones they have in those cop shows and I'm staring at the mirror while you stare at me and I'm wondering what the **** is going on I hate the thought of everyone else standing on the outside and looking in while I fall apart And the thing is, I have no reason to fall apart, somethimes when im riding in the car, I look out of the window and I think about killing myself, sometimes I just tell people that im sad and i dont know why and they call me selfish but how can i be selfish if I cann't even find myself I got lost somw=ehwere a long time ago and I thought that I could find myself in a church on a street in a house on upton I thought I could find myself inside a monk named bhudda, I was told he had the secrets to peace and I wanted them so badly I though I could find myself in a book, but that only gave me a story for a few days and when I finished I was back to square one again and that kinda **** can really **** you up mentally I thought I could find myself in a blunt and a bottle but I realized that wasn't for me when I was throwing up in showers, toilets and sinks, while a stranger held my hair back and told me not to think and when I left the bathroom some randm **** asked me if I wanted another drink, before I know it im passed out on the floor and im missing some of my clothes and thats not a good life if there ever was such a thing.. I thought I could find myself in a paintbrush but art gives me more anxiety than ever because my hands won't stop shaking from the numbness So tonight I'll try to find myself in the bottom of a cheap dollar store wine glass, I'll try to wrap myself around the constant drum of my fingers hitting the keys because nobody seems to believe in paper and pencil anymore and tonight I will love you like I've never loved anything in this entire ******* world before, because I think that everyone I've ever tried to love before was a fluke, and like that one song says, they're probably broken roads that lead to you, I'm waiting for the day I get the courage to leave my mirror and walk out of that gray walled, bullteproof window interrogation room, The day I can finally look into your eyes and tell you how glad I am to finally meet you and ask you where the **** you've been.

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Today my boyfriend said he loves me My mother always told me not to say it back if it was something I didn't mean My father always told boys only say that to get into your jeans Taylor Swift said a boy would make me feel this way at age 15 I keep thinking about how my life should be I didn't even want to be with someone until like age 23 But then he came along and showed me a whole new universe I had never seen He makes me laugh and cry and scream And I can't help but wonder what three simple words could mean There is so much I've been told and I don't know what to believe Three words don't mean anything I asked him if they did and he said what do they mean to me I said I didn't know a thing But if I think about it, I guess it's eggs in the morning when you're hungover from the previous evening It's being miles away and still not cheating It's holding hands and PDA and kissing It's yelling and tears and fighting It's laughing and it's crying It's climbing the ladder together, even if there are a ton of steps missing Maybe it's just listening Maybe it's everything Maybe they don't mean anything Today my boyfriend told me he loves me I don't love him back I said I love you too, and it's something I didn't mean It's not that he isn't good enough.. It's just, the word love isn't big enough to express my feelings I am enchanted I am speechless I am all in, head over heels Falling down a hill I am taken back I am double taking I am walking on clouds Words are too small Actions are too small The universe is too small I am too small to be loved. Today my boyfriend said he is in love with me I said it back, but it wasn't true.

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Mar 10, 2014

Mar 10, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC

Lovely

Today my boyfriend said he loves me My mother always told me not to say it back if it was something I didn't mean My father always told boys only say that to get into your jeans Taylor Swift said a boy would make me feel this way at age 15 I keep thinking about how my life should be I didn't even want to be with someone until like age 23 But then he came along and showed me a whole new universe I had never seen He makes me laugh and cry and scream And I can't help but wonder what three simple words could mean There is so much I've been told and I don't know what to believe Three words don't mean anything I asked him if they did and he said what do they mean to me I said I didn't know a thing But if I think about it, I guess it's eggs in the morning when you're hungover from the previous evening It's being miles away and still not cheating It's holding hands and PDA and kissing It's yelling and tears and fighting It's laughing and it's crying It's climbing the ladder together, even if there are a ton of steps missing Maybe it's just listening Maybe it's everything Maybe they don't mean anything Today my boyfriend told me he loves me I don't love him back I said I love you too, and it's something I didn't mean It's not that he isn't good enough.. It's just, the word love isn't big enough to express my feelings I am enchanted I am speechless I am all in, head over heels Falling down a hill I am taken back I am double taking I am walking on clouds Words are too small Actions are too small The universe is too small I am too small to be loved. Today my boyfriend said he is in love with me I said it back, but it wasn't true.

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There once was a man whose name was Moonie He was a very handsome man His skin was sun kissed, dark like a brown bears fur, soft like a baby's curl And oh, the way his hair curled Moonie had hair that grew outward instead of downward His smile was as white as the snow capped mountains His heart as warm as the coast of Australia, all year round He smelled like matches and Dark Horse cigarettes Like everything warm He dressed like a professional troublemaker His laugh came from his stomach when he laughed real good And I've never heard him laugh bad He loved like a father Protected like a brother Teased like a sister And worried like a mother He cursed like a sailor But only when he was angry Moonie had a fuse so long that if you lit it in January, it would take a whole 365 days for him to explode But by the time 365 days past it was a matter that didn't really matter anymore He had a mind like a turtle He thought thoughtfully, slow and subtle But he spoke like he knew every wonder of the world He kissed babies and broke bottles on the backs of ships carrying soldiers off to war Even though he was confused about what they were fighting for Moonie spoke of peace and of hope for future souls He loved everything from the edges of the universe To the coral that grows in the deepest of the oceans coves Moonie met a girl, who brought a whole lot of sunshine to his world She made the lips of his mouth curl Upward, it was a beautiful sight, especially with teeth that white Moonie met a girl, he swears by the stars that she is incredible Magnificent Wonderful Beautiful Terrific He says she makes his heart 10 times larger, like it's flowing out so much love that it makes his nose runny, He calls her Sunny There once was a girl named Sunny She was a very beautiful girl She had curly brown hair that fell just short of her shoulders Skin that was kissed by the angels themselves If you believe that kind if thing exists She dressed like an artist The kind that like to paint masterpieces With every curve of the brush She smelled like summer, like home, like sunshine peaking through rain clouds She planted roses for those she lost, In hopes of continuous growth and beauty She spoke with the authority of an officer But also with the gentleness of a butterfly Her personality was layered like a Russian doll And as you opened up every part of her she grew so very small But not small in the bad way, She was wise like an owl But she was happy like a child at play She cared like the ocean cares for sea creatures that swim in its depths She cried like it was always rainy season She laughed with a sadness in her eyes that was easy to detect But she was happy And she loved a man named Moonie And he made her happy And she swears on the rings that circle Saturn That he is the most beautiful man on the planet Sunny and Moonie lived together in a cozy home by the ocean Where it was never too hot or too cold They had a beautiful garden, that sprouted all different kinds of things, Pumpkins that grew tomatoes Watermelon that grew on trees Potatoes that grew above the ground Flowers with yellow stems and baby blue leaves Beautiful birds flew around, bluejays with mocking jay wings Their family was the world around them and they wanted and needed for nothing Moonie was so happy Sunny was so lovely The things that they did, how incredibly they lived How wonderful life had become When moonie and sunny both lived as one Then one day when Moonie was down by the beach Sunny was in their little green house, fast asleep Moonie slipped on a snail shell and fell into the pretty sea When it got late Sunny worried and went to see She called and she called Moonie was nowhere to be found He had fallen asleep forever, in the ocean's underground The sharks and the octopus found Moonie and buried him deep The sea urchin said we must bring him back! But the turtle insisted that we must let him sleep The flounder found Sunny by the shore and they brought her the news The look in her eyes was as if her heart had been bruised She look to the sky as dark clouds rolled in The raindrops dropped to the rhythm of the tears on her skin Her Moonie was gone forever in the ocean blue She threw herself into the ocean saying take me with you The flounder, the turtles, the mer-people and creatures of the sea Tried to stop her from suffering the same fate as her dear Moonie But she would let them save her as she fell into the deep, Whispering, I love my Moonie and my Moonie loves me She sank and she sank She fell and she fell She floated right next to her love In the oceans pink sand The most beautiful death in all of the land Moonie swore by the stars that his Sunny was magnificent And Sunny swore by the rings on Saturn that Moonie was the most beautiful man on the planet They died together but they're souls rose separately Moonie rose for the night His love rose for the day Sunny became the Sun Moonie became the light that snuffed out the darkness of that day And as they lived in their respective spots in the sky They saw each other from time to time They might have been punished for loving too much Or they might've loved so much that the universe needed them to take care of us For the Moon now takes care of the oceans tide And the Sun takes care of you and I I think Sunny and Moonie had it right Even though they no longer see each other everyday, their love is something you don't have to look so far to find Maybe that's why you sometimes find the Moon and the Sun in the same sky They're so close to finding each other, but they have so little time

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Feb 13, 2014

Feb 13, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC

The Story Of The Sun and The Moon

There once was a man whose name was Moonie He was a very handsome man His skin was sun kissed, dark like a brown bears fur, soft like a baby's curl And oh, the way his hair curled Moonie had hair that grew outward instead of downward His smile was as white as the snow capped mountains His heart as warm as the coast of Australia, all year round He smelled like matches and Dark Horse cigarettes Like everything warm He dressed like a professional troublemaker His laugh came from his stomach when he laughed real good And I've never heard him laugh bad He loved like a father Protected like a brother Teased like a sister And worried like a mother He cursed like a sailor But only when he was angry Moonie had a fuse so long that if you lit it in January, it would take a whole 365 days for him to explode But by the time 365 days past it was a matter that didn't really matter anymore He had a mind like a turtle He thought thoughtfully, slow and subtle But he spoke like he knew every wonder of the world He kissed babies and broke bottles on the backs of ships carrying soldiers off to war Even though he was confused about what they were fighting for Moonie spoke of peace and of hope for future souls He loved everything from the edges of the universe To the coral that grows in the deepest of the oceans coves Moonie met a girl, who brought a whole lot of sunshine to his world She made the lips of his mouth curl Upward, it was a beautiful sight, especially with teeth that white Moonie met a girl, he swears by the stars that she is incredible Magnificent Wonderful Beautiful Terrific He says she makes his heart 10 times larger, like it's flowing out so much love that it makes his nose runny, He calls her Sunny There once was a girl named Sunny She was a very beautiful girl She had curly brown hair that fell just short of her shoulders Skin that was kissed by the angels themselves If you believe that kind if thing exists She dressed like an artist The kind that like to paint masterpieces With every curve of the brush She smelled like summer, like home, like sunshine peaking through rain clouds She planted roses for those she lost, In hopes of continuous growth and beauty She spoke with the authority of an officer But also with the gentleness of a butterfly Her personality was layered like a Russian doll And as you opened up every part of her she grew so very small But not small in the bad way, She was wise like an owl But she was happy like a child at play She cared like the ocean cares for sea creatures that swim in its depths She cried like it was always rainy season She laughed with a sadness in her eyes that was easy to detect But she was happy And she loved a man named Moonie And he made her happy And she swears on the rings that circle Saturn That he is the most beautiful man on the planet Sunny and Moonie lived together in a cozy home by the ocean Where it was never too hot or too cold They had a beautiful garden, that sprouted all different kinds of things, Pumpkins that grew tomatoes Watermelon that grew on trees Potatoes that grew above the ground Flowers with yellow stems and baby blue leaves Beautiful birds flew around, bluejays with mocking jay wings Their family was the world around them and they wanted and needed for nothing Moonie was so happy Sunny was so lovely The things that they did, how incredibly they lived How wonderful life had become When moonie and sunny both lived as one Then one day when Moonie was down by the beach Sunny was in their little green house, fast asleep Moonie slipped on a snail shell and fell into the pretty sea When it got late Sunny worried and went to see She called and she called Moonie was nowhere to be found He had fallen asleep forever, in the ocean's underground The sharks and the octopus found Moonie and buried him deep The sea urchin said we must bring him back! But the turtle insisted that we must let him sleep The flounder found Sunny by the shore and they brought her the news The look in her eyes was as if her heart had been bruised She look to the sky as dark clouds rolled in The raindrops dropped to the rhythm of the tears on her skin Her Moonie was gone forever in the ocean blue She threw herself into the ocean saying take me with you The flounder, the turtles, the mer-people and creatures of the sea Tried to stop her from suffering the same fate as her dear Moonie But she would let them save her as she fell into the deep, Whispering, I love my Moonie and my Moonie loves me She sank and she sank She fell and she fell She floated right next to her love In the oceans pink sand The most beautiful death in all of the land Moonie swore by the stars that his Sunny was magnificent And Sunny swore by the rings on Saturn that Moonie was the most beautiful man on the planet They died together but they're souls rose separately Moonie rose for the night His love rose for the day Sunny became the Sun Moonie became the light that snuffed out the darkness of that day And as they lived in their respective spots in the sky They saw each other from time to time They might have been punished for loving too much Or they might've loved so much that the universe needed them to take care of us For the Moon now takes care of the oceans tide And the Sun takes care of you and I I think Sunny and Moonie had it right Even though they no longer see each other everyday, their love is something you don't have to look so far to find Maybe that's why you sometimes find the Moon and the Sun in the same sky They're so close to finding each other, but they have so little time

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If you decide to buy me flowers I may press them in my hardcover copy of Shel Silverstein Because I know that it's your favorite book of poems to read If you decide to kiss me goodnight I may kiss you back Because self-control among other things is what I lack If you decide to hold the door open for me I may walk through Because that's the polite thing to do If you decide to hold my hand I may grab yours and hold it close Because we fit so perfectly and it would be hard for me to let go If you decide to tell me you love my curly hair I may wear it that way Because I don't get complimented on it everyday If you decide you want to pay for the date I will not touch the check Because it's not classy and I'm classy as heck But if you decide to say that you love me I may not return the statement Because you might not feel that way, Once you see the demons I keep in my basement.

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Feb 6, 2014

Feb 6, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC

If you decide to say you love me

If you decide to buy me flowers I may press them in my hardcover copy of Shel Silverstein Because I know that it's your favorite book of poems to read If you decide to kiss me goodnight I may kiss you back Because self-control among other things is what I lack If you decide to hold the door open for me I may walk through Because that's the polite thing to do If you decide to hold my hand I may grab yours and hold it close Because we fit so perfectly and it would be hard for me to let go If you decide to tell me you love my curly hair I may wear it that way Because I don't get complimented on it everyday If you decide you want to pay for the date I will not touch the check Because it's not classy and I'm classy as heck But if you decide to say that you love me I may not return the statement Because you might not feel that way, Once you see the demons I keep in my basement.

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It had been said that writing is the window to the soul As if our souls have been locked in the houses of our bodies The flesh and blood of empty shells that have waited so long to be embodied When we die our bodies get put on the market Our friends become nothing, we become the homes of maggots We rot until the soil finishes our bones Leaving nothing left but soft soil where we grow real live homes Made of brick and of high plaster ceilings Or we might grow temples, as we give our souls to some higher being, kneeling On hardwood floors, with concrete steps that lead up to chapel doors And if you're not one for religion than we might build grocery stores Lined with meats and cheeses, spilled milk on the floors Because of toddlers who have had too much sugar We may even build centers for children who flick their boogers Or homes for the folks who can no longer walk Hospitals for those we have deemed unfit because they chose not to talk I suppose they may build whatever your soul has become I suppose they may build a window to your soul, a literal one If you could look into your window after death, do you think That if you peer hard enough, close enough.. Do you think you would like what you see? It has been said that writing is the window to the soul As if we are locked in a prison of flesh and blood Maybe it's why so many people feel less than enough And maybe it's the universe's idea of punishing us Because this whole house of flesh is covered in muscle and blood Moving body parts, cells,thoughts and emotions like love and lust Pushed all together supposedly the way we're supposed to be Souls like caged animals waiting to break free Like my rib cage can't hold the thousands of lifetimes sewn into my soul Because a soul is too big for 342 bones to hold With lifetimes yet to mold If I truly am caged, there is just one more question I must ask of thee Do I really want to be free? If writing is a window to the soul Then my body must be a home But I want you to look into my eyes and tell me what you see Because if I'm supposed to feel at home, why does this house feel empty.

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Jan 30, 2014

Jan 30, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC

Soulless

It had been said that writing is the window to the soul As if our souls have been locked in the houses of our bodies The flesh and blood of empty shells that have waited so long to be embodied When we die our bodies get put on the market Our friends become nothing, we become the homes of maggots We rot until the soil finishes our bones Leaving nothing left but soft soil where we grow real live homes Made of brick and of high plaster ceilings Or we might grow temples, as we give our souls to some higher being, kneeling On hardwood floors, with concrete steps that lead up to chapel doors And if you're not one for religion than we might build grocery stores Lined with meats and cheeses, spilled milk on the floors Because of toddlers who have had too much sugar We may even build centers for children who flick their boogers Or homes for the folks who can no longer walk Hospitals for those we have deemed unfit because they chose not to talk I suppose they may build whatever your soul has become I suppose they may build a window to your soul, a literal one If you could look into your window after death, do you think That if you peer hard enough, close enough.. Do you think you would like what you see? It has been said that writing is the window to the soul As if we are locked in a prison of flesh and blood Maybe it's why so many people feel less than enough And maybe it's the universe's idea of punishing us Because this whole house of flesh is covered in muscle and blood Moving body parts, cells,thoughts and emotions like love and lust Pushed all together supposedly the way we're supposed to be Souls like caged animals waiting to break free Like my rib cage can't hold the thousands of lifetimes sewn into my soul Because a soul is too big for 342 bones to hold With lifetimes yet to mold If I truly am caged, there is just one more question I must ask of thee Do I really want to be free? If writing is a window to the soul Then my body must be a home But I want you to look into my eyes and tell me what you see Because if I'm supposed to feel at home, why does this house feel empty.

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We usually look ahead Ahead to the future Ahead to what's next What's coming up We see happy homes and Financial security We see the mark we want to make on the world We see everyone else's footsteps Sometimes we choose to look to the side We see friendships that are as sure as there is snow on the ground in wintertime We notice the beauty in a lovers eyes We see children, we see the marks already made by someone else We rarely look behind We want to leave out mark on the world We want people to remember us for something We see everyone else's footsteps but we do not see our own We do not see the smiles we've created We do not see the lives we have saved We do not see our footsteps because we do not choose to look back "Leave the past in the past" This statement is proven to be smart But what we fail to see Is that our footsteps can make art If you take a second each and every day You might see the impact that you've made Because sometimes we imprint in the sand or in the snow And sometimes it fades away. But the earth underneath will always know You are special You are beautiful You are kind And the imprint of your footsteps is something you should keep in mind

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Jan 26, 2014

Jan 26, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC

Footsteps

We usually look ahead Ahead to the future Ahead to what's next What's coming up We see happy homes and Financial security We see the mark we want to make on the world We see everyone else's footsteps Sometimes we choose to look to the side We see friendships that are as sure as there is snow on the ground in wintertime We notice the beauty in a lovers eyes We see children, we see the marks already made by someone else We rarely look behind We want to leave out mark on the world We want people to remember us for something We see everyone else's footsteps but we do not see our own We do not see the smiles we've created We do not see the lives we have saved We do not see our footsteps because we do not choose to look back "Leave the past in the past" This statement is proven to be smart But what we fail to see Is that our footsteps can make art If you take a second each and every day You might see the impact that you've made Because sometimes we imprint in the sand or in the snow And sometimes it fades away. But the earth underneath will always know You are special You are beautiful You are kind And the imprint of your footsteps is something you should keep in mind

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Sweat, Sharp breaths Not letting go yet, You and I Pressed against each other, Nothing in between. Strokes on your back, Kisses on your neck, Never ready for what pleasures come next Finishing with no common sense Then we're back at it again. Worn out, Eyelids heavy Smoke a blunt Let go already No feelings No worries You and I It happens every time No metaphors No flowers No cards, no love, Just *** Just smoke Just the inhales and the exhales Just us

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Jan 23, 2014

Jan 23, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC

You and I

Sweat, Sharp breaths Not letting go yet, You and I Pressed against each other, Nothing in between. Strokes on your back, Kisses on your neck, Never ready for what pleasures come next Finishing with no common sense Then we're back at it again. Worn out, Eyelids heavy Smoke a blunt Let go already No feelings No worries You and I It happens every time No metaphors No flowers No cards, no love, Just *** Just smoke Just the inhales and the exhales Just us

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I prefer not to feel It feels a hell of a lot better than being sad I prefer numb I prefer the silence so loud that it burns through my ears I enjoy the nothing breathing deeper than the ocean I'd rather feel nothing than feel that feeling of almost empty in the bottom of my stomach I hate the twists and turns of my heart I hate the way my gut drops when you say you love me Because I know it isn't real and it never was There are so many lost relationships because of my issues with trust I don't know why but feelings just get in my way So when you say you feel something there Please don't be angry when I say that I do not Please understand when I avoid the question It's not your fault I just do not have the answer you're looking for I would rather say nothing Feel nothing Be nothing

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Dec 22, 2013

Dec 22, 2013 at 1:13 AM UTC

Good At Being Nothing

I prefer not to feel It feels a hell of a lot better than being sad I prefer numb I prefer the silence so loud that it burns through my ears I enjoy the nothing breathing deeper than the ocean I'd rather feel nothing than feel that feeling of almost empty in the bottom of my stomach I hate the twists and turns of my heart I hate the way my gut drops when you say you love me Because I know it isn't real and it never was There are so many lost relationships because of my issues with trust I don't know why but feelings just get in my way So when you say you feel something there Please don't be angry when I say that I do not Please understand when I avoid the question It's not your fault I just do not have the answer you're looking for I would rather say nothing Feel nothing Be nothing

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I am not a damsel in distress I can save myself If its ever needed

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Dec 16, 2013

Dec 16, 2013 at 11:46 PM UTC

Not Lost (15w)

I am not a damsel in distress I can save myself If its ever needed

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I am from Saturday morning cartoons and giant bowls of cereal I am from footie pajamas and cozy blankets I am from late nights, and TV screens I am from broken locks and and shattered window panes I am from broken homes and shattered psyches I am from belts, and hangers, and spikes I am from good days and bad I am from happy I am from sad I am from places where the sun tries to hide, but I am also from places where we always find the light

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Dec 16, 2013

Dec 16, 2013 at 9:45 PM UTC

I am from poem

I am from Saturday morning cartoons and giant bowls of cereal I am from footie pajamas and cozy blankets I am from late nights, and TV screens I am from broken locks and and shattered window panes I am from broken homes and shattered psyches I am from belts, and hangers, and spikes I am from good days and bad I am from happy I am from sad I am from places where the sun tries to hide, but I am also from places where we always find the light

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