june-phillips - Hello Poetry

I do stupid things when I wake up at night Like unblocking you on Facebook. Now I have to wait 48 hours before I can hide again... And 48 hours may not seem like much. But it's actually a lot. Especially considering the strings you used to pull in my heart.

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Feb 20, 2015

Feb 20, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC

3:40 AM and good judgement

I do stupid things when I wake up at night Like unblocking you on Facebook. Now I have to wait 48 hours before I can hide again... And 48 hours may not seem like much. But it's actually a lot. Especially considering the strings you used to pull in my heart.

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All I need is a friend Sometimes I will do it all. The hard part. I make plans I put myself out there And I cancel. Because as trapped as I feel in this little room, As horrible as I feel right now, I am not ready to even look at the road less traveled. I am not ready And I will not take a leap Not when I keep falling.

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Feb 17, 2015

Feb 17, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC

Untitled

All I need is a friend Sometimes I will do it all. The hard part. I make plans I put myself out there And I cancel. Because as trapped as I feel in this little room, As horrible as I feel right now, I am not ready to even look at the road less traveled. I am not ready And I will not take a leap Not when I keep falling.

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A year ago You said I was your valentine You didn't even say it in a cute way But just the fact that you said something like that Well my heart flew it's hard being the girl who grows up never loved Never noticed partially because I hid Because I didn't want to be hurt So, after your casual invitation My heart ran to you Defending every thoughtless comment Starved Craving what you could offer Just someone who thought I was beautiful Someone who really wanted to know me I wonder how many girls fancied themselves your valentine that day Just a side glance into your twinkling eyes was enough to push me over the edge I let myself think that those girls were chasing you Never letting myself admit that you play emotions for fun You like knowing you can make people love you I think I knew that, even a year ago Even as twitter-pated, I fell asleep, thinking about a man who was my valentine One year later Blocked you on facebook blocked your number Not that you ever tried to call Just in case you ever care enough to look me up again

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Feb 14, 2015

Feb 14, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC

final

A year ago You said I was your valentine You didn't even say it in a cute way But just the fact that you said something like that Well my heart flew it's hard being the girl who grows up never loved Never noticed partially because I hid Because I didn't want to be hurt So, after your casual invitation My heart ran to you Defending every thoughtless comment Starved Craving what you could offer Just someone who thought I was beautiful Someone who really wanted to know me I wonder how many girls fancied themselves your valentine that day Just a side glance into your twinkling eyes was enough to push me over the edge I let myself think that those girls were chasing you Never letting myself admit that you play emotions for fun You like knowing you can make people love you I think I knew that, even a year ago Even as twitter-pated, I fell asleep, thinking about a man who was my valentine One year later Blocked you on facebook blocked your number Not that you ever tried to call Just in case you ever care enough to look me up again

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every day another relationship status changes another photo of a ring another wedding invite arrives And I'm alone And it's fine. who needs a valentine when you can spontaneously buy a baby betta fish Watch it swim circles in my otherwise empty heart I am the most important thing to a form of life So. I'm fine.

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Feb 14, 2015

Feb 14, 2015 at 1:40 AM UTC

my valentine

every day another relationship status changes another photo of a ring another wedding invite arrives And I'm alone And it's fine. who needs a valentine when you can spontaneously buy a baby betta fish Watch it swim circles in my otherwise empty heart I am the most important thing to a form of life So. I'm fine.

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I cried leaving this all behind. I loved this hell that I'm now trapped in. Then I left. I left because it was the right thing to do Because I knew I would find myself along the way And now... Finally home. Finally free to have my life back And I really don't want it. For just a second there For one moment I knew what it meant to be alive Was it really worth knowing? Now all is empty. Nothing meaningful Is it really better to have loved and lost than never loved at all? Because for once, I loved life I loved each morning Each hour Every person I saw I loved them I was pretty happy before I guess I wasn't. But I thought I was. And so I just sit here Complaining to the internet I'm lost I'm confused I'm like everybody else out there who has a blog I pretend that I have some direction in this haze. Here's a hint: That's a lie. Instead I'm going to end this poem And realize I still have no ideas No direction Not a clue what path I should take To find happiness And I'll just be another girl sitting at her kitchen table Broken

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Feb 13, 2015

Feb 13, 2015 at 6:00 PM UTC

Was it worth it?

I cried leaving this all behind. I loved this hell that I'm now trapped in. Then I left. I left because it was the right thing to do Because I knew I would find myself along the way And now... Finally home. Finally free to have my life back And I really don't want it. For just a second there For one moment I knew what it meant to be alive Was it really worth knowing? Now all is empty. Nothing meaningful Is it really better to have loved and lost than never loved at all? Because for once, I loved life I loved each morning Each hour Every person I saw I loved them I was pretty happy before I guess I wasn't. But I thought I was. And so I just sit here Complaining to the internet I'm lost I'm confused I'm like everybody else out there who has a blog I pretend that I have some direction in this haze. Here's a hint: That's a lie. Instead I'm going to end this poem And realize I still have no ideas No direction Not a clue what path I should take To find happiness And I'll just be another girl sitting at her kitchen table Broken

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The strangest things bring you back to my mind A song unrelated to us An international paper logo On my Orange Julius I've let you go I don't care anymore. How do I stop remembering?

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Feb 13, 2015

Feb 13, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC

Untitled

The strangest things bring you back to my mind A song unrelated to us An international paper logo On my Orange Julius I've let you go I don't care anymore. How do I stop remembering?

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Clouds roll over my mind The electricity in the air too much I can feel the migraine coming on And I just want clarity I just want to be happy I didn't know what I had And now, it's all I want. We were slow dancing in a burning room and I didn't even know You weren't real I was just another challenge Another way to prove your masculinity To prove that you could make anyone fall for you Are you happy now? Are you proud? Are my broken pieces enough to give you your next fix? I can't even publish this poem under my real name There are appearances to keep up People to be a role model for And no one would want their daughter to end up like me.

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Feb 10, 2015

Feb 10, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC

Fake

Clouds roll over my mind The electricity in the air too much I can feel the migraine coming on And I just want clarity I just want to be happy I didn't know what I had And now, it's all I want. We were slow dancing in a burning room and I didn't even know You weren't real I was just another challenge Another way to prove your masculinity To prove that you could make anyone fall for you Are you happy now? Are you proud? Are my broken pieces enough to give you your next fix? I can't even publish this poem under my real name There are appearances to keep up People to be a role model for And no one would want their daughter to end up like me.

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