lekonieczka - Hello Poetry

depressed is not an adjective like beautiful or funny or intelligent, it is not a compliment or a feeling that fluctuates. depressed is not an adjective to use lightly as a way to say you are temporarily upset by an inconvenience because something didn’t go your way. depressed is not an adjective to throw around like stones on a river, like a frisbee playing catch with a puppy, like words without meanings. depressed is not an adjective to be romanticized it is not a beautiful way of begging a hero to save you. because if you realized depressed is not an adjective you’d realize we don’t need your heroism.

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Nov 12, 2019

Nov 12, 2019 at 1:06 PM UTC

lekonieczka

depressed is not an adjective

depressed is not an adjective like beautiful or funny or intelligent, it is not a compliment or a feeling that fluctuates. depressed is not an adjective to use lightly as a way to say you are temporarily upset by an inconvenience because something didn’t go your way. depressed is not an adjective to throw around like stones on a river, like a frisbee playing catch with a puppy, like words without meanings. depressed is not an adjective to be romanticized it is not a beautiful way of begging a hero to save you. because if you realized depressed is not an adjective you’d realize we don’t need your heroism.

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i made it seem like it didn’t bother me so as to not scare you away. i made it seem like the image of your body on mine wasn’t terrifying, like i was okay with trusting you, like my past didn’t haunt me with every boy who ever laid eyes on me, so as to not scare you away. i made it seem like afterwards i was okay with doing it again, like it was a shadow in the past never to be seen again, like it left my memory like an old childhood friend, so as to not scare you away. i made it seem like the words you whispered didn’t run through my veins like ice, didn’t pierce through my heart like a knife, didn’t take hold of my limbs and rip them apart, so as to not scare you away. “i’ll go slow”, you whispered, so as to not scare me away.

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Nov 12, 2019

Nov 12, 2019 at 12:38 PM UTC

lekonieczka

09.19.19

i made it seem like it didn’t bother me so as to not scare you away. i made it seem like the image of your body on mine wasn’t terrifying, like i was okay with trusting you, like my past didn’t haunt me with every boy who ever laid eyes on me, so as to not scare you away. i made it seem like afterwards i was okay with doing it again, like it was a shadow in the past never to be seen again, like it left my memory like an old childhood friend, so as to not scare you away. i made it seem like the words you whispered didn’t run through my veins like ice, didn’t pierce through my heart like a knife, didn’t take hold of my limbs and rip them apart, so as to not scare you away. “i’ll go slow”, you whispered, so as to not scare me away.

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as a child they told me sadness would come in waves like the ocean, but all i ever got was the occasional trickle of rain from the holes in the ceiling. it wasn’t until i grew up and learned that sometimes sadness would hit me like a tsunami when i least expected it, when i had responsibilities to take care of, when i needed my emotional stability the most. like a wave pool sadness tossed me around until i couldn’t see my feet through the water anymore, until water filled my lungs like a pinata, until it felt like everything i ever knew was drowning. nobody warned me as a child that sadness was not constant, rather fluctuating like the rise and fall of the tides.

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Nov 12, 2019

Nov 12, 2019 at 12:36 PM UTC

lekonieczka

tsunami

as a child they told me sadness would come in waves like the ocean, but all i ever got was the occasional trickle of rain from the holes in the ceiling. it wasn’t until i grew up and learned that sometimes sadness would hit me like a tsunami when i least expected it, when i had responsibilities to take care of, when i needed my emotional stability the most. like a wave pool sadness tossed me around until i couldn’t see my feet through the water anymore, until water filled my lungs like a pinata, until it felt like everything i ever knew was drowning. nobody warned me as a child that sadness was not constant, rather fluctuating like the rise and fall of the tides.

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