jokeroftheheart - Hello Poetry

i don’t know what to do. i want you more than i want to breathe. you set every part of my being aflame and bring chills to my spine at the mention of your name. my heartbeat quickens when you’re near, but in your arms, there’s nowhere i’d rather be but here. your green eyes peer into mine and in that moment, i feel divine. just a bit of your attention is enough to keep me satisfied as i sit and wait all day for your reply. there’s nothing i can do to sate this feeling in my heart, because when we’re apart, i think of you only, and you think of any and everything but me. i can’t get your face out of my head, as you are the first thought on my mind when i wake up and the last before i fall asleep. you are my joy on a good day and my solace on a bad. you are the clock on my bedside table, the first sip of tea i drink in the morning, the keys to my car, and the hollow knock at the door. you are the sun, the moon, and all of my stars. and i know that it’s love like an ache in the jaw, but there’s nothing i can do. you made your intentions clear, but **** i really want you here.

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Mar 15, 2018

Mar 15, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC

word *****

i don’t know what to do. i want you more than i want to breathe. you set every part of my being aflame and bring chills to my spine at the mention of your name. my heartbeat quickens when you’re near, but in your arms, there’s nowhere i’d rather be but here. your green eyes peer into mine and in that moment, i feel divine. just a bit of your attention is enough to keep me satisfied as i sit and wait all day for your reply. there’s nothing i can do to sate this feeling in my heart, because when we’re apart, i think of you only, and you think of any and everything but me. i can’t get your face out of my head, as you are the first thought on my mind when i wake up and the last before i fall asleep. you are my joy on a good day and my solace on a bad. you are the clock on my bedside table, the first sip of tea i drink in the morning, the keys to my car, and the hollow knock at the door. you are the sun, the moon, and all of my stars. and i know that it’s love like an ache in the jaw, but there’s nothing i can do. you made your intentions clear, but **** i really want you here.

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you haven't always been this way. you haven't always dreamt of death, or thought of a million ways that someone could die. you haven't always longed for death's sweet embrace or packed your clothes into every suitcase, without a clear destination. remember the time your dreams had died, asphyxiated by their unlikeliness and lack of pride? remember when you heard you could do anything, as long as you tried? tell me about the night your ex-lover left, without a trace, and your heart swelled as you longed for their gentle embrace. tell me about all the times you thought of leaving, but couldn't, because you can't escape what's in your mind. tell me about your thoughts, the ever-unpleasant trojans in your head, taking your dreams and striking them dead. tell me about your obsession with the night sky. is it because you can't see destruction in the dark, or because that was the only time you felt truly high? tell me about the night you lied awake with tears in your eyes drowning your dreams and little white lies. tell me about the time you destroyed yourself and picked up the pieces to rebuild someone else. tell me about the lies you spoke and how each one felt like a dagger down your throat. somehow you always have three words flitting from your tongue, you're not afraid to say them, you're only afraid of what's to come, so, tell me about the pills, and how when you popped one in, the world popped out of focus. tell me why you always set an alarm, is it because you're afraid that one day, you're never going to wake up? tell me, do you even want to wake up?

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May 12, 2017

May 12, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC

tell me

you haven't always been this way. you haven't always dreamt of death, or thought of a million ways that someone could die. you haven't always longed for death's sweet embrace or packed your clothes into every suitcase, without a clear destination. remember the time your dreams had died, asphyxiated by their unlikeliness and lack of pride? remember when you heard you could do anything, as long as you tried? tell me about the night your ex-lover left, without a trace, and your heart swelled as you longed for their gentle embrace. tell me about all the times you thought of leaving, but couldn't, because you can't escape what's in your mind. tell me about your thoughts, the ever-unpleasant trojans in your head, taking your dreams and striking them dead. tell me about your obsession with the night sky. is it because you can't see destruction in the dark, or because that was the only time you felt truly high? tell me about the night you lied awake with tears in your eyes drowning your dreams and little white lies. tell me about the time you destroyed yourself and picked up the pieces to rebuild someone else. tell me about the lies you spoke and how each one felt like a dagger down your throat. somehow you always have three words flitting from your tongue, you're not afraid to say them, you're only afraid of what's to come, so, tell me about the pills, and how when you popped one in, the world popped out of focus. tell me why you always set an alarm, is it because you're afraid that one day, you're never going to wake up? tell me, do you even want to wake up?

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i am the shattered glass, cold on the ***** floor swept and disposed of because i can't be used anymore. my pieces are scattered, ruined and cracked, unable to be fixed, unable to revert to intact. i am a tainted shard, scratching and severing all that i touch with jagged edges, i seem to pierce and graze the ones that i love. pieces of me have dispersed left and right, pieces of me that i cannot retrieve nor can i rectify. and after you swept me off of the cold, ***** floor you simply selected another glass, so you could break it once more.

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Oct 13, 2016

Oct 13, 2016 at 6:56 PM UTC

glass

i am the shattered glass, cold on the ***** floor swept and disposed of because i can't be used anymore. my pieces are scattered, ruined and cracked, unable to be fixed, unable to revert to intact. i am a tainted shard, scratching and severing all that i touch with jagged edges, i seem to pierce and graze the ones that i love. pieces of me have dispersed left and right, pieces of me that i cannot retrieve nor can i rectify. and after you swept me off of the cold, ***** floor you simply selected another glass, so you could break it once more.

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with your hands wrapped around my neck, you choked me to death. you asked for any last words, and "i love you" escaped as my very last breath.

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Jul 7, 2016

Jul 7, 2016 at 3:14 AM UTC

asphyxiated

with your hands wrapped around my neck, you choked me to death. you asked for any last words, and "i love you" escaped as my very last breath.

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the universe birthed you, you were crafted from the very building blocks of life. your hair, streaked by the moon and your skin, pigmented by the sun constellations were loaded in your eyes and the energy of the world in your fingertips the galaxies fuel your everlasting soul and the trees bask in the light from your illuminating mind your thoughts are fractals and fragments of comets from far away and your body, the gegenschein in the dark matter that’s unseen each and every day the bang that’s said to have begun creation was the pitter-patter of your heart because my darling—you were the start. i know sometimes you feel like a dying star, but my love words cannot tell you how beautiful you are. and i do know that this isn’t much, but i do hope it’ll make you feel somewhat better—and such because you are the cosmos, the universe, and all that is within it.

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Mar 18, 2016

Mar 18, 2016 at 11:21 PM UTC

labor

the universe birthed you, you were crafted from the very building blocks of life. your hair, streaked by the moon and your skin, pigmented by the sun constellations were loaded in your eyes and the energy of the world in your fingertips the galaxies fuel your everlasting soul and the trees bask in the light from your illuminating mind your thoughts are fractals and fragments of comets from far away and your body, the gegenschein in the dark matter that’s unseen each and every day the bang that’s said to have begun creation was the pitter-patter of your heart because my darling—you were the start. i know sometimes you feel like a dying star, but my love words cannot tell you how beautiful you are. and i do know that this isn’t much, but i do hope it’ll make you feel somewhat better—and such because you are the cosmos, the universe, and all that is within it.

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she only treated me carelessly, but i loved her endlessly.

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Jul 5, 2014

Jul 5, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC

10W

she only treated me carelessly, but i loved her endlessly.

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i used to dream of our fingers interlaced as we walked towards our home. like young children playing mommy and daddy, or kings and queens on thrones. i used to wonder if one day your lips would somehow meet mine. if someday you'd kiss me, and my knees would go weak, and my eyes blind. i used to hope that maybe one day you'd somehow like me back. but then i remembered that would probably give me a heart attack because boys like you would never even take a second glance at a girl like me, and sadly i guess that's just how it has to be. -s.p.

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Jul 5, 2014

Jul 5, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC

hopeful, hopeless dreams

i used to dream of our fingers interlaced as we walked towards our home. like young children playing mommy and daddy, or kings and queens on thrones. i used to wonder if one day your lips would somehow meet mine. if someday you'd kiss me, and my knees would go weak, and my eyes blind. i used to hope that maybe one day you'd somehow like me back. but then i remembered that would probably give me a heart attack because boys like you would never even take a second glance at a girl like me, and sadly i guess that's just how it has to be. -s.p.

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someday i'll rid myself of this awful mask. i'll pop out of this shell and leave right out of this personal hell. i'll make a name great and plan my escape i'll swear at strangers and run right off of this estate i'll kiss the boy i like and let him take me home and never again will i fear the unknown

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Jul 5, 2014

Jul 5, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC

masks

someday i'll rid myself of this awful mask. i'll pop out of this shell and leave right out of this personal hell. i'll make a name great and plan my escape i'll swear at strangers and run right off of this estate i'll kiss the boy i like and let him take me home and never again will i fear the unknown

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i remember how much you loved green, and always hated blue. you liked your toast with a bit of butter, and strawberry jam too. you always spelled things wrong, and never listened to me. and you couldn't sing for **** but to me you were perfect, and that was it. -s.p.

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Jul 5, 2014

Jul 5, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC

Untitled

i remember how much you loved green, and always hated blue. you liked your toast with a bit of butter, and strawberry jam too. you always spelled things wrong, and never listened to me. and you couldn't sing for **** but to me you were perfect, and that was it. -s.p.

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there are approximately 7,241,792,162 people on earth at this exact moment, and out of all 7,241,792,162 i met you, and you made life more than just worth living. with you by my side i realized the sunshine after rain, and the animals and how they graze, without a care in the world. i realized the innocence of a child, and how ignorance is truly nothing but bliss. i realized that you don't always have to see the glass half empty, because if you let it--sometimes the glass will overflow. so in the end i thank God that out of all 7,241,792,162 people i met you because out of all 7,241,792,162, there's no one that could ever compare to you. -s.p.

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Jul 5, 2014

Jul 5, 2014 at 12:27 PM UTC

7,241,792,162

there are approximately 7,241,792,162 people on earth at this exact moment, and out of all 7,241,792,162 i met you, and you made life more than just worth living. with you by my side i realized the sunshine after rain, and the animals and how they graze, without a care in the world. i realized the innocence of a child, and how ignorance is truly nothing but bliss. i realized that you don't always have to see the glass half empty, because if you let it--sometimes the glass will overflow. so in the end i thank God that out of all 7,241,792,162 people i met you because out of all 7,241,792,162, there's no one that could ever compare to you. -s.p.

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