justbeingme99 - Hello Poetry

Everyone has scars But you're showing me yours. The deep, red cuts Like tears on your arms. Each small line Is something so big. Too big. Maybe not to me, but to you, Isn't it? I wouldn't know. My only scars being from A scrap, fall, or something more raw. Something more raw. Family, friends, lovers, simply reality Each so beautiful, But in the end those are the ones. The ones that draw the most blood. Those are the ones. The ones that remind us. They stay on your arm, Your own personal lifeline. Who knew a razor Would keep you going? Slipping on your feet, But never truely falling.

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Mar 25, 2015

Mar 25, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC

Tears on Your Arms

Everyone has scars But you're showing me yours. The deep, red cuts Like tears on your arms. Each small line Is something so big. Too big. Maybe not to me, but to you, Isn't it? I wouldn't know. My only scars being from A scrap, fall, or something more raw. Something more raw. Family, friends, lovers, simply reality Each so beautiful, But in the end those are the ones. The ones that draw the most blood. Those are the ones. The ones that remind us. They stay on your arm, Your own personal lifeline. Who knew a razor Would keep you going? Slipping on your feet, But never truely falling.

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Slow tears Trickle down my face Escaping From my tight hold Soar throat As I scream so loud Deafening The only one that hears Strictly together I cover my wounds Pretending That nothing ever happened

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Jan 17, 2015

Jan 17, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC

Nothing Ever Happened

Slow tears Trickle down my face Escaping From my tight hold Soar throat As I scream so loud Deafening The only one that hears Strictly together I cover my wounds Pretending That nothing ever happened

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I look at you And I see us. Happy, Together, In love. But then they talk. I hear them And I understand their Anger, Frustration, For me. But then I see you. It's a constant battle Inside of me. Mind, Heart, Against one another. And I can't decide.

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Dec 31, 2014

Dec 31, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC

The Constant Battle

I look at you And I see us. Happy, Together, In love. But then they talk. I hear them And I understand their Anger, Frustration, For me. But then I see you. It's a constant battle Inside of me. Mind, Heart, Against one another. And I can't decide.

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Confessing is pointless It's a two way street That only has one Right answer You can't confess Without disappointing Someone's always hoping For the answer they want I wanted your confession But I got it And your honest answer Was the wrong one.

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Dec 29, 2014

Dec 29, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC

Stupid confessions

Confessing is pointless It's a two way street That only has one Right answer You can't confess Without disappointing Someone's always hoping For the answer they want I wanted your confession But I got it And your honest answer Was the wrong one.

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I thought I was done, I thought me hurting over you had stopped, that me smiling at him would cause the flashbacks to vanish. They did stop- until now. Maybe they came back because even though we never had anything you seemed to be everything, and you're everywhere. You're in the songs I hear, the sarcastic comments I make, and the lists we created together. But with each of these things comes a red flag that I chose not to see. Like how every song we sang is the saddest of them all. Or maybe it's because I found out another lie, another game changer. That I wasn't the only one that you kissed, Not the only one you used that great line on. Or walked away from without a single God **** glance. You didn't think I'd find out, right? "Make a mistake or regret one" The words that haunt me. The words that played me for a fool on that magical night. Or maybe they came back for none of these reasons. Maybe it's because not only did you throw away what we could've been, but our friendship too. And I loved you. So I hate you for that. I hate that I can't even look at you because it's not even you anymore, you've become a monster to me, and you hid him so well. But most of all I hate that every time I look at you I can still hear those words, those promises, and taste your lying lips so perfectly. Feel your hands touching my back taking me to where it all began. Where we began. Where this began. But even more I hate that I have the power. and the will, to hate you this deeply, and for all this, I hate myself.

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Nov 13, 2014

Nov 13, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC

Hating

I thought I was done, I thought me hurting over you had stopped, that me smiling at him would cause the flashbacks to vanish. They did stop- until now. Maybe they came back because even though we never had anything you seemed to be everything, and you're everywhere. You're in the songs I hear, the sarcastic comments I make, and the lists we created together. But with each of these things comes a red flag that I chose not to see. Like how every song we sang is the saddest of them all. Or maybe it's because I found out another lie, another game changer. That I wasn't the only one that you kissed, Not the only one you used that great line on. Or walked away from without a single God **** glance. You didn't think I'd find out, right? "Make a mistake or regret one" The words that haunt me. The words that played me for a fool on that magical night. Or maybe they came back for none of these reasons. Maybe it's because not only did you throw away what we could've been, but our friendship too. And I loved you. So I hate you for that. I hate that I can't even look at you because it's not even you anymore, you've become a monster to me, and you hid him so well. But most of all I hate that every time I look at you I can still hear those words, those promises, and taste your lying lips so perfectly. Feel your hands touching my back taking me to where it all began. Where we began. Where this began. But even more I hate that I have the power. and the will, to hate you this deeply, and for all this, I hate myself.

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Im still mad, but not for the reasons you're thinking. I'm still mad for different reasons completely. I'm mad that we couldn't be. That you chose to keep walking, away from me. I'm mad that I let you play me. Yes you strung me, like chords on your sad, lonely guitar But mostly I'm mad that you're still in my heartbroken mind, with me hearing that sad, lonely song, that you play so well.

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Nov 6, 2014

Nov 6, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC

Your Sad Lonely Song

Im still mad, but not for the reasons you're thinking. I'm still mad for different reasons completely. I'm mad that we couldn't be. That you chose to keep walking, away from me. I'm mad that I let you play me. Yes you strung me, like chords on your sad, lonely guitar But mostly I'm mad that you're still in my heartbroken mind, with me hearing that sad, lonely song, that you play so well.

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She's out of shadows The sun shining on her face As she walks to him.

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Nov 3, 2014

Nov 3, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC

Out of the Shadows

She's out of shadows The sun shining on her face As she walks to him.

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Feeling hollow she goes, all alone, down her sad, little, broken road. Stepping over cracks, that she calls her mistakes, regrets. Cars rushing, they leave her behind to deal. To see, that it isn't Everything. That it's really nothing. She knows this, of course, but she can't help but feel out of sorts. Feeling So broken hearted. They crushed her, you see, and she just has to believe, that she has the strength to pull herself up again.

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Oct 14, 2014

Oct 14, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC

Little Broken Road

Feeling hollow she goes, all alone, down her sad, little, broken road. Stepping over cracks, that she calls her mistakes, regrets. Cars rushing, they leave her behind to deal. To see, that it isn't Everything. That it's really nothing. She knows this, of course, but she can't help but feel out of sorts. Feeling So broken hearted. They crushed her, you see, and she just has to believe, that she has the strength to pull herself up again.

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She waits for his answer But she already knows See this isn't the first time. Again he took her And she let him once again No, this isn't the first time. I let myself fall Again getting hurt But knowing it was my fault. Always my fault.

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Oct 14, 2014

Oct 14, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC

My fault.

She waits for his answer But she already knows See this isn't the first time. Again he took her And she let him once again No, this isn't the first time. I let myself fall Again getting hurt But knowing it was my fault. Always my fault.

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Blue skys So beautiful Until they turn to storm Filling with clouds And treacherous harm. Yellow flowers So sweet Until they turn to brown Breaking with a touch And letting you down. Green trees So bold Until lightning strikes Cutting off limbs That didn't fit quite right. Our kiss So tasteful Until promises were broken Tears always made Making everything change.

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Oct 13, 2014

Oct 13, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC

Until

Blue skys So beautiful Until they turn to storm Filling with clouds And treacherous harm. Yellow flowers So sweet Until they turn to brown Breaking with a touch And letting you down. Green trees So bold Until lightning strikes Cutting off limbs That didn't fit quite right. Our kiss So tasteful Until promises were broken Tears always made Making everything change.

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