m-r-1 - Hello Poetry

Before you, I never sung in the shower or swayed my hips to my favorite songs. I never knew what waking up with my lips curved felt like. You turn my thoughts into something that resembles a Salvador Dali painting and my words into a flustering bustle of syllables. Before you, Everything seemed like a balancing tight rope act that I always seemed to fail and fall. I kept thinking about you being betrayed by those before me and I will never understand because nobody could ever compare to you. And I still remember the first night I talked to you and I promised myself I would never let you go even if everything fades or ends abruptly, I will still have you forever on my paper in my favorite poems. The human heart is a very tricky thing and the past has proven that most things aren't easy but, you come so naturally. Every word I write about you flows out so easily despite the fact I will only ever always barely touch the surface when it comes to how magnificent you are. I will forever try to expand my vocabulary in search of the correct words to describe you. Before you, my notebook pages filled up to the brim with skeletons from my closet and ghosts from my past but they have since been replaced with embarrassing doodled hearts and words that no longer leave me preoccupied with loneliness. There were so many before you, some I only glanced at in crowded rooms and some I tightly held hands with, but none of them look like you do in a crowded room and none of their hands felt like yours and they never will.

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Jan 7, 2014

Jan 7, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC

before you

Before you, I never sung in the shower or swayed my hips to my favorite songs. I never knew what waking up with my lips curved felt like. You turn my thoughts into something that resembles a Salvador Dali painting and my words into a flustering bustle of syllables. Before you, Everything seemed like a balancing tight rope act that I always seemed to fail and fall. I kept thinking about you being betrayed by those before me and I will never understand because nobody could ever compare to you. And I still remember the first night I talked to you and I promised myself I would never let you go even if everything fades or ends abruptly, I will still have you forever on my paper in my favorite poems. The human heart is a very tricky thing and the past has proven that most things aren't easy but, you come so naturally. Every word I write about you flows out so easily despite the fact I will only ever always barely touch the surface when it comes to how magnificent you are. I will forever try to expand my vocabulary in search of the correct words to describe you. Before you, my notebook pages filled up to the brim with skeletons from my closet and ghosts from my past but they have since been replaced with embarrassing doodled hearts and words that no longer leave me preoccupied with loneliness. There were so many before you, some I only glanced at in crowded rooms and some I tightly held hands with, but none of them look like you do in a crowded room and none of their hands felt like yours and they never will.

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It's been awhile, hasn't it? Almost 2 years, I believe. For 2 years I haven't stopped thinking of you. I thought of you when I was too drunk to think of myself. I thought of you when I was sober and trying to make my winged eyeliner even, as if you would notice. Don't tell me you feel the same about me. When I saw you crack the spine of your book, I was jealous because I wish you would do the same to me. I wish you would pick up my words and see inside of me. Yet, I still think every call or conversation is a new start but only another sentence to a love that is untried and unrequited.

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Dec 5, 2013

Dec 5, 2013 at 7:30 PM UTC

Picket Fence

It's been awhile, hasn't it? Almost 2 years, I believe. For 2 years I haven't stopped thinking of you. I thought of you when I was too drunk to think of myself. I thought of you when I was sober and trying to make my winged eyeliner even, as if you would notice. Don't tell me you feel the same about me. When I saw you crack the spine of your book, I was jealous because I wish you would do the same to me. I wish you would pick up my words and see inside of me. Yet, I still think every call or conversation is a new start but only another sentence to a love that is untried and unrequited.

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You are in my head even when you're not in sight. You are the notes I scribbled onto paper. Stop stealing my time after all that's been wasted trying to convince you to love me too

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Nov 11, 2013

Nov 11, 2013 at 10:27 PM UTC

notes

You are in my head even when you're not in sight. You are the notes I scribbled onto paper. Stop stealing my time after all that's been wasted trying to convince you to love me too

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You are racing through my veins and running through my mind, keeping me sane You put the stars in my sky and the color in my eyes. You built my world up, but you also tore it down. I wasn't a beautiful creation to you, I was a vacant, old building you no longer found use for

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Nov 11, 2013

Nov 11, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC

daisy smile

You are racing through my veins and running through my mind, keeping me sane You put the stars in my sky and the color in my eyes. You built my world up, but you also tore it down. I wasn't a beautiful creation to you, I was a vacant, old building you no longer found use for

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How do you deal with the sadness? Is there a cure for eagerly awaiting death? Is there a specialist I can see who can reach deep inside of me and pull out the pain? It feels like a parasite, cutting deep inside of me and eating me alive everyday, taking more and more. When am I going to be fixed?

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Jul 29, 2013

Jul 29, 2013 at 3:26 AM UTC

Gone

How do you deal with the sadness? Is there a cure for eagerly awaiting death? Is there a specialist I can see who can reach deep inside of me and pull out the pain? It feels like a parasite, cutting deep inside of me and eating me alive everyday, taking more and more. When am I going to be fixed?

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you're like the bad sequel to my favorite movie you're like the broken pen that I liked too much to throw away you're like getting drunk alone you're like staying up all night on accident you're like an overrated romantic comedy you're like a bouquet at a funeral you're the boy who will never know I have a notebook full of bad poems about you

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Jul 28, 2013

Jul 28, 2013 at 4:24 AM UTC

you

you're like the bad sequel to my favorite movie you're like the broken pen that I liked too much to throw away you're like getting drunk alone you're like staying up all night on accident you're like an overrated romantic comedy you're like a bouquet at a funeral you're the boy who will never know I have a notebook full of bad poems about you

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the way i loved you was like a rose pressed in an old book that no one bothered to read

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Jul 28, 2013

Jul 28, 2013 at 4:17 AM UTC

common sense

the way i loved you was like a rose pressed in an old book that no one bothered to read

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most of the world doesn't make sense to me like the way strangers with cozy eyes and half smiles often keep nice words to themselves or the way the flowers i pick and put in pretty vases on display die so quickly or how my cuts and scrapes from small mistakes take so long to heal

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Jul 28, 2013

Jul 28, 2013 at 4:14 AM UTC

the little things

most of the world doesn't make sense to me like the way strangers with cozy eyes and half smiles often keep nice words to themselves or the way the flowers i pick and put in pretty vases on display die so quickly or how my cuts and scrapes from small mistakes take so long to heal

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I was once told that loneliness was a virtue, a gift, the only way to prevent the pain of misguided company and company that always departs I was once told to protect myself, build up walls and set up guards I did I was once told that this is the only way to prevent suffering, it wasn't until I built up walls and set up guards that fought off misguided conversations and departing company that I realized they were wrong

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Jul 28, 2013

Jul 28, 2013 at 3:56 AM UTC

Untitled

I was once told that loneliness was a virtue, a gift, the only way to prevent the pain of misguided company and company that always departs I was once told to protect myself, build up walls and set up guards I did I was once told that this is the only way to prevent suffering, it wasn't until I built up walls and set up guards that fought off misguided conversations and departing company that I realized they were wrong

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I hope you're listening to all my twisted words and seeing all my broken thoughts spilled on the paper although I never got them quite right, they'll always be about you

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Jul 28, 2013

Jul 28, 2013 at 3:49 AM UTC

Sorry

I hope you're listening to all my twisted words and seeing all my broken thoughts spilled on the paper although I never got them quite right, they'll always be about you

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