jennymoran - Hello Poetry

I haven't showered in four days what's the point if I just get ***** again? I haven't eaten a healthy meal in weeks what's the point if the weight piles on anyway? I haven't smiled in three months that's when I stopped loving me.

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Nov 14, 2019

Nov 14, 2019 at 9:57 AM UTC

I Haven't

I haven't showered in four days what's the point if I just get ***** again? I haven't eaten a healthy meal in weeks what's the point if the weight piles on anyway? I haven't smiled in three months that's when I stopped loving me.

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every day I spend away from you returns me back to normal I belong to myself for once if you're near everything I've been practicing disappears I'm yours again just let me breathe on my own and set me free from your controlling grasp and your unyielding touch and let me be me

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Nov 13, 2019

Nov 13, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC

breathe

every day I spend away from you returns me back to normal I belong to myself for once if you're near everything I've been practicing disappears I'm yours again just let me breathe on my own and set me free from your controlling grasp and your unyielding touch and let me be me

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I canʼt erase the feeling of your lips Trailing their way up and down my thighs The way your teeth dig into my hips The playful smirk while staring in your eyes My mind still constantly thinks of you The way you feel pressed against my back I know Iʼm really not supposed to But I miss your fingertips dancing around my neck I donʼt know how you have such a hold on me I canʼt even control my own thoughts Itʼs getting harder for me to even see The if thens and the what nots Your eyes, they take me to a place I really think they do. No, I think we need some space, Baby, that's all you. You laugh, you scream, you cry. Embarrassed I'm seeing you this way, You're beautiful with tears in your eyes. I don't know what else to say.

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Nov 10, 2019

Nov 10, 2019 at 3:27 PM UTC

Wake Me Up

I canʼt erase the feeling of your lips Trailing their way up and down my thighs The way your teeth dig into my hips The playful smirk while staring in your eyes My mind still constantly thinks of you The way you feel pressed against my back I know Iʼm really not supposed to But I miss your fingertips dancing around my neck I donʼt know how you have such a hold on me I canʼt even control my own thoughts Itʼs getting harder for me to even see The if thens and the what nots Your eyes, they take me to a place I really think they do. No, I think we need some space, Baby, that's all you. You laugh, you scream, you cry. Embarrassed I'm seeing you this way, You're beautiful with tears in your eyes. I don't know what else to say.

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it’s a trial you know, standing by your side. it’s a test of my strength, my courage, my pride. do I want to give up? give up in us? what us? it never existed it was all in my head i let myself think there was a meaning behind the bed. but you were my demon sitting deep in the dark waiting to pounce waiting for that spark you took my feelings and shoved them aside just because you were worried about you and your pride I am not significant enough for you to spend your thoughts on well yeah, that’s pretty rough buddy.

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Nov 9, 2019

Nov 9, 2019 at 7:39 PM UTC

Behind the Bed

it’s a trial you know, standing by your side. it’s a test of my strength, my courage, my pride. do I want to give up? give up in us? what us? it never existed it was all in my head i let myself think there was a meaning behind the bed. but you were my demon sitting deep in the dark waiting to pounce waiting for that spark you took my feelings and shoved them aside just because you were worried about you and your pride I am not significant enough for you to spend your thoughts on well yeah, that’s pretty rough buddy.

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My favorite song isn’t mine anymore You took it and made it yours Like you do with everything else. The beat doesn’t take me to a different place It just takes me right back to looking at your face. Every new song I hear, I want to send you it. God **** stop making me feel like **** The street lights flicker through my blinds Somehow, they used to clear my mind. Like a studio apartment in the heart of New York City You once told me. Your attempt at making me smile In a time of my darkest trial. Through change I couldn’t stand, You came and held my hand. My own bed doesn’t belong to me It’s missing a spot where you used to be The cold side of my pillow doesn’t exist It’s getting harder to resist. Every side is cold without you Boy, what can I do? I obsessively obsess over you I’m over it And you are over it, too. Why do you lie to me when I cry? Would it just be easier to say goodbye? You once said that I looked beautiful in the dark Bruised my heart with your mark. Now it cloaks and traps with no trace of escape I’m becoming desperate to erase Every thought of you But I can’t. You’re everywhere And nowhere All at once.

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Nov 9, 2019

Nov 9, 2019 at 7:30 PM UTC

Everywhere

My favorite song isn’t mine anymore You took it and made it yours Like you do with everything else. The beat doesn’t take me to a different place It just takes me right back to looking at your face. Every new song I hear, I want to send you it. God **** stop making me feel like **** The street lights flicker through my blinds Somehow, they used to clear my mind. Like a studio apartment in the heart of New York City You once told me. Your attempt at making me smile In a time of my darkest trial. Through change I couldn’t stand, You came and held my hand. My own bed doesn’t belong to me It’s missing a spot where you used to be The cold side of my pillow doesn’t exist It’s getting harder to resist. Every side is cold without you Boy, what can I do? I obsessively obsess over you I’m over it And you are over it, too. Why do you lie to me when I cry? Would it just be easier to say goodbye? You once said that I looked beautiful in the dark Bruised my heart with your mark. Now it cloaks and traps with no trace of escape I’m becoming desperate to erase Every thought of you But I can’t. You’re everywhere And nowhere All at once.

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I sat down yesterday, Feeling sorry for myself. Lamenting in my sorrow, Figuring out a good way to say The words that have been swirling Around in my mind like The way water revolves around a Drain. I sit down now today, Thinking about the way I cope I go through other people’s lives With a keen eye. Like a detective trying to Determine a killer with nothing More than a fleck of dust and a Motive. I sat there yesterday, Trying to determine why my fears Felt as if they were consuming me. Like the way the darkness Envelops you in a cold blanket When all you need is Someone to keep you Warm. I’m sitting here today, Wishing for more control More edge, more confidence. A will to stand my ground To accept who I truly am, A talented, wonderful woman Who is effortlessly Beautiful. I remember the times That I feel sorry for myself. They fuel me. Feed my fire. Fill me with every inch of desire. To be great. To be successful. To be me. To be the woman I know I am, rather than The girl I pretend to be.

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Oct 27, 2018

Oct 27, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC

Fuel Me, Feed Me

I sat down yesterday, Feeling sorry for myself. Lamenting in my sorrow, Figuring out a good way to say The words that have been swirling Around in my mind like The way water revolves around a Drain. I sit down now today, Thinking about the way I cope I go through other people’s lives With a keen eye. Like a detective trying to Determine a killer with nothing More than a fleck of dust and a Motive. I sat there yesterday, Trying to determine why my fears Felt as if they were consuming me. Like the way the darkness Envelops you in a cold blanket When all you need is Someone to keep you Warm. I’m sitting here today, Wishing for more control More edge, more confidence. A will to stand my ground To accept who I truly am, A talented, wonderful woman Who is effortlessly Beautiful. I remember the times That I feel sorry for myself. They fuel me. Feed my fire. Fill me with every inch of desire. To be great. To be successful. To be me. To be the woman I know I am, rather than The girl I pretend to be.

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