jennab - Hello Poetry

Marry me. Let's make vows and promises and kiss with everything we have, while dancing the night away. Marry me. We can have a daughter with your eyes and my smile, who laughs more than anything else. Marry me. We can go travelling in our mini van, stressing over every turn before pulling over to the side, trying not to argue in front of her. Marry me. Let's eat meals together and fight about the little things and never let a single thing go. Marry me. So we can yell and scream in front of whoever we want until even the silence hurts. Marry me. Let's break all our vows and promises and never kiss again. Better yet divorce me. We can pretend nothing happened and that marriage is overrated because love never lasts and I'll pretend if you will that I don't think about you every time I go to sleep alone.

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Sep 3, 2019

Sep 3, 2019 at 2:42 AM UTC

Marry Me

Marry me. Let's make vows and promises and kiss with everything we have, while dancing the night away. Marry me. We can have a daughter with your eyes and my smile, who laughs more than anything else. Marry me. We can go travelling in our mini van, stressing over every turn before pulling over to the side, trying not to argue in front of her. Marry me. Let's eat meals together and fight about the little things and never let a single thing go. Marry me. So we can yell and scream in front of whoever we want until even the silence hurts. Marry me. Let's break all our vows and promises and never kiss again. Better yet divorce me. We can pretend nothing happened and that marriage is overrated because love never lasts and I'll pretend if you will that I don't think about you every time I go to sleep alone.

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To be honest I can feel myself slipping, Spiraling, Falling, Slowly but Surely I barely slept at all last night, I didn’t take my B12 today, And tomorrow doesn’t look much better I’m slipping, spiraling, sprawling and I don’t think anyone notices Or would really care I’m not a poet Nor do I want to be But my heart is torn, My mind a disaster I’ve fallen farther than Alice And I don’t care that no one cares I know I’m falling, Spiraling, Slipping And I’m not trying to stop In fact I rather like it

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Sep 25, 2018

Sep 25, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC

to be honest

To be honest I can feel myself slipping, Spiraling, Falling, Slowly but Surely I barely slept at all last night, I didn’t take my B12 today, And tomorrow doesn’t look much better I’m slipping, spiraling, sprawling and I don’t think anyone notices Or would really care I’m not a poet Nor do I want to be But my heart is torn, My mind a disaster I’ve fallen farther than Alice And I don’t care that no one cares I know I’m falling, Spiraling, Slipping And I’m not trying to stop In fact I rather like it

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I have always been the clay Always. When my parents moved me from my Italian home To Hamilton, Canada I was the clay I learned English Decorated a new bedroom Made new friends Dressed like I was born here I became Canadian Without a complaint I was the clay When my Canadian boyfriend Fed me Canadian food I ate it When he wanted me to go to the bar With him and his friends I went When he wanted to watch football Which isn’t actually football I watched too When he started listening to country music I learnt all the lyrics I was the clay When my parents had a baby I changed diapers Played ball with her in the yard Was a good babysitter Went to the playground Played peek-a-boo Read children books to her in English I was the clay When my boyfriend wanted to take a break I said okay When he wanted to get back together A month later I said okay When he said we should move to Edmonton I said okay When he asked me to make Canadian food for him I learnt for him When he blamed me for everything I nodded and said sorry When I found him in bed with another girl I became a bird I was not the clay I grew feathers Colourful and long Then I flew And I don’t ever plan on landing

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May 23, 2018

May 23, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC

I was the clay

I have always been the clay Always. When my parents moved me from my Italian home To Hamilton, Canada I was the clay I learned English Decorated a new bedroom Made new friends Dressed like I was born here I became Canadian Without a complaint I was the clay When my Canadian boyfriend Fed me Canadian food I ate it When he wanted me to go to the bar With him and his friends I went When he wanted to watch football Which isn’t actually football I watched too When he started listening to country music I learnt all the lyrics I was the clay When my parents had a baby I changed diapers Played ball with her in the yard Was a good babysitter Went to the playground Played peek-a-boo Read children books to her in English I was the clay When my boyfriend wanted to take a break I said okay When he wanted to get back together A month later I said okay When he said we should move to Edmonton I said okay When he asked me to make Canadian food for him I learnt for him When he blamed me for everything I nodded and said sorry When I found him in bed with another girl I became a bird I was not the clay I grew feathers Colourful and long Then I flew And I don’t ever plan on landing

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Sometimes it hurts Hurts because you’re not there Hurts because you are there Hurts that you want one thing And another the next That when I’m about to fall You’re the one who’s pushing me I hate That you’re the one who can Break me That you control me That you can’t stop Before it’s too late That you can’t choose And when you do it’s never me That I never know Until it’s happened That you don’t know when it’s too much That you lose control That when everything is falling apart You don’t know how to pick up the pieces That when the world gets big You get smaller Sometimes Most times I hate you But I hate Even more That when I look In the Mirror It’s your eyes That stare back

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Feb 16, 2018

Feb 16, 2018 at 10:11 PM UTC

Sometimes it hurts

Sometimes it hurts Hurts because you’re not there Hurts because you are there Hurts that you want one thing And another the next That when I’m about to fall You’re the one who’s pushing me I hate That you’re the one who can Break me That you control me That you can’t stop Before it’s too late That you can’t choose And when you do it’s never me That I never know Until it’s happened That you don’t know when it’s too much That you lose control That when everything is falling apart You don’t know how to pick up the pieces That when the world gets big You get smaller Sometimes Most times I hate you But I hate Even more That when I look In the Mirror It’s your eyes That stare back

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I would have given it all up for you If you would have Let me

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Feb 16, 2018

Feb 16, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC

I would have

I would have given it all up for you If you would have Let me

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