lina-marie - Hello Poetry

I ***** apologies faster than the word **** can escape your lips after you stub your toes on the concrete ground / I jump to conclusions, or excuses, or explanations, or whatever, almost as quickly as you can sputter out your endless pathetic promises during those stupid walks on the beach / I can shut myself down emotionally in about as much time as it takes you to say that we're "just friends" after I throw my raw, pulsing heart onto the same **** cutting board we used to make sushi when I asked you if you liked me. I don't hate you because you broke my heart not once, but twice, but because you lie straight to my face and tell me you don't get butterflies when we kiss at 3am too.

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Sep 2, 2014

Sep 2, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC

you// fumbling

I ***** apologies faster than the word **** can escape your lips after you stub your toes on the concrete ground / I jump to conclusions, or excuses, or explanations, or whatever, almost as quickly as you can sputter out your endless pathetic promises during those stupid walks on the beach / I can shut myself down emotionally in about as much time as it takes you to say that we're "just friends" after I throw my raw, pulsing heart onto the same **** cutting board we used to make sushi when I asked you if you liked me. I don't hate you because you broke my heart not once, but twice, but because you lie straight to my face and tell me you don't get butterflies when we kiss at 3am too.

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how do you politely tell someone that you cannot love them because three years, one month, and eight days ago a boy stole your soul. and how do you explain that you will always love him more than the rest and that he lives in your bones and right this second he flows through your vains and waits on your lips and settles like dust on your heart. how do you explain that your body is a galaxy and he is the stars and you will love him until the constellations burn out.

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Feb 4, 2014

Feb 4, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC

frayed

how do you politely tell someone that you cannot love them because three years, one month, and eight days ago a boy stole your soul. and how do you explain that you will always love him more than the rest and that he lives in your bones and right this second he flows through your vains and waits on your lips and settles like dust on your heart. how do you explain that your body is a galaxy and he is the stars and you will love him until the constellations burn out.

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i love that moment when a song inhibits reality, and for a second, (or a minute, and very possibly maybe four), even though you are here, right now, you're also very gone. and for that second, a tsunami of feelings, thoughts, and memories, suffocate your heart in a seemingly endless chokehold. and life comes back, like a blunt slap to the face, and you continue to walk, but with nostalgia by your side.

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Nov 12, 2013

Nov 12, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC

holoscene

i love that moment when a song inhibits reality, and for a second, (or a minute, and very possibly maybe four), even though you are here, right now, you're also very gone. and for that second, a tsunami of feelings, thoughts, and memories, suffocate your heart in a seemingly endless chokehold. and life comes back, like a blunt slap to the face, and you continue to walk, but with nostalgia by your side.

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when he dies, you shake. completely swallowed with the horrifying realization that he's gone. you sleep, only to dream about how. you wake up, only to dread the reality of why. the fact is, he's gone. he didn't feel the need to stay here, so he left. without a word. without a trace. gone. and now, all of a sudden, now, at this moment, people express that they love him. now, of any particular moment in time, he matters. i can't help but think that maybe if he knew that even the tiniest person acknowledged his existence, or maybe if that cute girl, with the brown eyes and pink headband, had told him she liked his shoes, maybe he would still be here. with me.

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Oct 23, 2013

Oct 23, 2013 at 4:33 PM UTC

bye, m.

when he dies, you shake. completely swallowed with the horrifying realization that he's gone. you sleep, only to dream about how. you wake up, only to dread the reality of why. the fact is, he's gone. he didn't feel the need to stay here, so he left. without a word. without a trace. gone. and now, all of a sudden, now, at this moment, people express that they love him. now, of any particular moment in time, he matters. i can't help but think that maybe if he knew that even the tiniest person acknowledged his existence, or maybe if that cute girl, with the brown eyes and pink headband, had told him she liked his shoes, maybe he would still be here. with me.

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Contrast is beautiful. Like how the brilliant, marbled moon Shines against the dark twinkling sky. And the blanket covering our feet, Is the only thing separating us from the universe. Or how the beating of a heart, Pounds against a gently rising chest. Providing just enough sound, To make me smile. And sometimes the owls of the night, Hoot in the ringing silence, Awakening my ears, To also hear you breathing right next to me.

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Nov 9, 2012

Nov 9, 2012 at 2:57 PM UTC

Contrast

Contrast is beautiful. Like how the brilliant, marbled moon Shines against the dark twinkling sky. And the blanket covering our feet, Is the only thing separating us from the universe. Or how the beating of a heart, Pounds against a gently rising chest. Providing just enough sound, To make me smile. And sometimes the owls of the night, Hoot in the ringing silence, Awakening my ears, To also hear you breathing right next to me.

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Aujourd'hui today J'ai trouvé i found Une lettre d'amour a love letter Que tu m'as écrite. that you wrote me. J'ai pleuré i cried Parce que because Nous ne parlons jamais we never talk Et tu m'as aimé. and you loved me.

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Sep 18, 2012

Sep 18, 2012 at 5:57 PM UTC

Aujourd'hui//today

Aujourd'hui today J'ai trouvé i found Une lettre d'amour a love letter Que tu m'as écrite. that you wrote me. J'ai pleuré i cried Parce que because Nous ne parlons jamais we never talk Et tu m'as aimé. and you loved me.

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Tonight I turned on my nightlight, In hopes of it being able to lull me to sleep. Instead, it reminded me only of you, And all my memories were horribly Bittersweet.

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Sep 18, 2012

Sep 18, 2012 at 12:15 AM UTC

Untitled

Tonight I turned on my nightlight, In hopes of it being able to lull me to sleep. Instead, it reminded me only of you, And all my memories were horribly Bittersweet.

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As the blood Slowly trickled And danced down his skin, I ran as quickly as I possibly could To him. He suffocated in my embrace And drowned in my tears, But still all of my love Could him not repair. I cradled him in my arms For hours on end, Explaining how much I cared for him. He shot down every word And pushed me aside, Claiming that nothing I said Would ever fill the hole inside. A week later I sat in the Third pew, fourth seat At his funeral, And placed a dozen yellow roses On his casket.

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Sep 18, 2012

Sep 18, 2012 at 12:03 AM UTC

A dozen yellow roses

As the blood Slowly trickled And danced down his skin, I ran as quickly as I possibly could To him. He suffocated in my embrace And drowned in my tears, But still all of my love Could him not repair. I cradled him in my arms For hours on end, Explaining how much I cared for him. He shot down every word And pushed me aside, Claiming that nothing I said Would ever fill the hole inside. A week later I sat in the Third pew, fourth seat At his funeral, And placed a dozen yellow roses On his casket.

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The crisp, autumn air Whips my flaxen blond hair Across my face, Shielding my eyes. You pull back a strand, One by one, Revealing my eyes To yours. Your cold hand travels from my cheek To my jaw, Until your hand rests Just behind my ear. You slowly move your head closer to mine, Pressing your chilled lips On my rosy cheek. At the same time, A gust of wind Twirls freshly fallen leaves Around our tangled feet.

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Sep 14, 2012

Sep 14, 2012 at 5:08 PM UTC

Fall Breeze

The crisp, autumn air Whips my flaxen blond hair Across my face, Shielding my eyes. You pull back a strand, One by one, Revealing my eyes To yours. Your cold hand travels from my cheek To my jaw, Until your hand rests Just behind my ear. You slowly move your head closer to mine, Pressing your chilled lips On my rosy cheek. At the same time, A gust of wind Twirls freshly fallen leaves Around our tangled feet.

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J'aurais t'aimer Si tu aurais m'aimer, Comme un garçon doit. Mais tu m'as menti, Tous les temps. Toujours. Sans explanation. Parce que tu m'a aimé Comme un père doit aimer Sa fille. Cet jour j'ai perdu Mon coeur, Mon meilleure ami, Et toi. Nous ne nous parlons jamais. Et tu me manques.

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Sep 14, 2012

Sep 14, 2012 at 4:57 PM UTC

tu me manques

J'aurais t'aimer Si tu aurais m'aimer, Comme un garçon doit. Mais tu m'as menti, Tous les temps. Toujours. Sans explanation. Parce que tu m'a aimé Comme un père doit aimer Sa fille. Cet jour j'ai perdu Mon coeur, Mon meilleure ami, Et toi. Nous ne nous parlons jamais. Et tu me manques.

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