mago - Hello Poetry

hesitant steps nervous smiles cold, shaking hands warm, warm eyes loud taunts deafening cheers slowly... oh so s l o w l y soft cheek and even softer lips

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Feb 25, 2016

Feb 25, 2016 at 4:56 AM UTC

mago

kiss

hesitant steps nervous smiles cold, shaking hands warm, warm eyes loud taunts deafening cheers slowly... oh so s l o w l y soft cheek and even softer lips

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There are few things I've realized after we talked. First. You're intelligent, and most people don't see that. They can't understand that there's more to your pretty face. Your well-thought words utter what actions can't. You always tell me that I'm the poet between the two of us But you, You draw bright cities and beautiful night skies With hushed voices, and quiet whispers. Second. You're sensitive, and you take every harsh word to heart. You always say you don't, And cover the hurt with weak smiles That don't reach your eyes. But I know you better, and I know you deeply. You're too kind, too pure to be treated like that. Third. You're patient. You know that perfect things, No matter how small they are Or grand they may be, Will arrive in the right time. We, of all people, know this. You're the most special gift I didn't know I was yearning for. My sweet, sweet serendipity. Fourth. You will never be convinced that cats are better than dogs. I agree. Fifth. You're kind to others, but never to yourself. You love so unconditionally That all that's left to you Are tired eyes and weathered bones. Sixth. You are trapped within walls of expectations. Your bright, burning soul slowly faded With years worth of sadness. It took a while before you found yourself. And when you did, You were unsure if you liked what you've seen. Seventh. Though our hearts are weary, And our bodies restless, Know that I will only want you. Know that I will always need you. You see through me, Beyond the superficial, You saw the deepest, darkest crevices of my soul. You make me feel things I have never felt before. There are few things I've realized after we talked. I love you, And I will never, ever let you go.

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Feb 15, 2016

Feb 15, 2016 at 11:03 AM UTC

mago

seven

There are few things I've realized after we talked. First. You're intelligent, and most people don't see that. They can't understand that there's more to your pretty face. Your well-thought words utter what actions can't. You always tell me that I'm the poet between the two of us But you, You draw bright cities and beautiful night skies With hushed voices, and quiet whispers. Second. You're sensitive, and you take every harsh word to heart. You always say you don't, And cover the hurt with weak smiles That don't reach your eyes. But I know you better, and I know you deeply. You're too kind, too pure to be treated like that. Third. You're patient. You know that perfect things, No matter how small they are Or grand they may be, Will arrive in the right time. We, of all people, know this. You're the most special gift I didn't know I was yearning for. My sweet, sweet serendipity. Fourth. You will never be convinced that cats are better than dogs. I agree. Fifth. You're kind to others, but never to yourself. You love so unconditionally That all that's left to you Are tired eyes and weathered bones. Sixth. You are trapped within walls of expectations. Your bright, burning soul slowly faded With years worth of sadness. It took a while before you found yourself. And when you did, You were unsure if you liked what you've seen. Seventh. Though our hearts are weary, And our bodies restless, Know that I will only want you. Know that I will always need you. You see through me, Beyond the superficial, You saw the deepest, darkest crevices of my soul. You make me feel things I have never felt before. There are few things I've realized after we talked. I love you, And I will never, ever let you go.

53

Our paths were never meant to cross. I was just testing the waters when I caught you staring. It started something grand and beautiful and exhilarating. And that should have been the end of this backstory. But we're just starting and we are still mere strangers Me falling for you has always been a scary thought Can you honestly love me? When you hold my hand and touch my hair, When you whisper secrets to my ears and make me feel special, Are those moments real? People always say that I have these walls around me, That I am someone who's never gonna let somebody in. But they never saw how higher and thicker your walls are. You are so good at hiding what you feel that it made me think That maybe what I'm feeling is a product of my imagination A part of my subconscious waiting for someone Who will try to understand all the layers of my insecurities Someone who will paint my skin with his warm touches Someone who will kiss my lips and tell me everything's okay. Someone who will simply love the complicated me. I'm giving this a chance Even though the pessimist in me is screaming, Telling me to run the opposite direction. I'm giving you a chance Because I want to give me a chance To fall in love and be happy. Please, do not hurt me. I'm fine with unrequited love But please, do not lie to me. Do not call me at 3AM and tell me you can't sleep without hearing my voice. Do not tell me you can't imagine your future without me. Do not promise me these unless you're sure. Because my heart is fragile and my bones are tired. I've always been sad but you, You remind me of the warm sunlight caressing my face. The butterflies in my stomach awoke with your giddy laughter. You endlessly surprise me with your actions. Your smile is my happly place. You are my happy place. This. This is the end of our backstory. The rest, I hope, will be a beautiful history.

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Feb 13, 2016

Feb 13, 2016 at 2:55 AM UTC

mago

backstory

Our paths were never meant to cross. I was just testing the waters when I caught you staring. It started something grand and beautiful and exhilarating. And that should have been the end of this backstory. But we're just starting and we are still mere strangers Me falling for you has always been a scary thought Can you honestly love me? When you hold my hand and touch my hair, When you whisper secrets to my ears and make me feel special, Are those moments real? People always say that I have these walls around me, That I am someone who's never gonna let somebody in. But they never saw how higher and thicker your walls are. You are so good at hiding what you feel that it made me think That maybe what I'm feeling is a product of my imagination A part of my subconscious waiting for someone Who will try to understand all the layers of my insecurities Someone who will paint my skin with his warm touches Someone who will kiss my lips and tell me everything's okay. Someone who will simply love the complicated me. I'm giving this a chance Even though the pessimist in me is screaming, Telling me to run the opposite direction. I'm giving you a chance Because I want to give me a chance To fall in love and be happy. Please, do not hurt me. I'm fine with unrequited love But please, do not lie to me. Do not call me at 3AM and tell me you can't sleep without hearing my voice. Do not tell me you can't imagine your future without me. Do not promise me these unless you're sure. Because my heart is fragile and my bones are tired. I've always been sad but you, You remind me of the warm sunlight caressing my face. The butterflies in my stomach awoke with your giddy laughter. You endlessly surprise me with your actions. Your smile is my happly place. You are my happy place. This. This is the end of our backstory. The rest, I hope, will be a beautiful history.

42

We ran out of things to talk about. So I sipped my cold coffee instead, waiting for something to happen. Anything that'll make the entire thing less awkward. I caught you staring with that goofy smile and that's when I knew That instead of anything, Instead of something, I got everything.

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Feb 6, 2016

Feb 6, 2016 at 7:49 AM UTC

mago

cold coffee

We ran out of things to talk about. So I sipped my cold coffee instead, waiting for something to happen. Anything that'll make the entire thing less awkward. I caught you staring with that goofy smile and that's when I knew That instead of anything, Instead of something, I got everything.

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**BUT YOU HAVE TO STOP TELLING PEOPLE, THAT NO ONE WILL LOVE THEM UNTIL THEY START LOVING THEMSELVES.** **YOU HAVE TO STOP PLANTING THIS IDEA IN PEOPLES BRAINS THAT THEY ARE UNWORTHY OF LOVE, JUST BECAUSE OF THEIR OWN STRUGGLE.**

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mago

Dec 15, 2015

Dec 15, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC

poetic-nv

⛔

**BUT YOU HAVE TO STOP TELLING PEOPLE, THAT NO ONE WILL LOVE THEM UNTIL THEY START LOVING THEMSELVES.** **YOU HAVE TO STOP PLANTING THIS IDEA IN PEOPLES BRAINS THAT THEY ARE UNWORTHY OF LOVE, JUST BECAUSE OF THEIR OWN STRUGGLE.**

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You were with a girl. I'm not sure if she's just a friend. Maybe she's more than that. Maybe her smiles touch your soul gentler. Maybe her voice soothes the storms in your head. Maybe her kisses make you feel safe. I'm not sure. I don't want to be sure. You were with a girl. Maybe this time, I'll stop checking my phone for messages that'll never come. Maybe I'll stop counting the days since we last talked. Maybe I won't think of you anymore. I'm not sure. But ******* I wanna be.

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Dec 15, 2015

Dec 15, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC

mago

maybe

You were with a girl. I'm not sure if she's just a friend. Maybe she's more than that. Maybe her smiles touch your soul gentler. Maybe her voice soothes the storms in your head. Maybe her kisses make you feel safe. I'm not sure. I don't want to be sure. You were with a girl. Maybe this time, I'll stop checking my phone for messages that'll never come. Maybe I'll stop counting the days since we last talked. Maybe I won't think of you anymore. I'm not sure. But ******* I wanna be.

14

I can smell it. Like the musty wind before the devastating hurricane, I can smell it. I can smell the sadness and the tears from late night musings. I knew the entire thing is doomed from the beginning. But like a fool who's used to believing, I held on. It was too slippery. I lost my grip.

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Dec 13, 2015

Dec 13, 2015 at 9:31 AM UTC

mago

slippery

I can smell it. Like the musty wind before the devastating hurricane, I can smell it. I can smell the sadness and the tears from late night musings. I knew the entire thing is doomed from the beginning. But like a fool who's used to believing, I held on. It was too slippery. I lost my grip.

7

I thought I was over you. But I still check my messages at two in the morning, hoping your name will magically appear. Asking me how my day went, how I spent my afternoon. Telling me you missed me. I'm hoping. I don't know why, but I still am. I'm hoping you'll come back, say sorry that you left me hanging. I'd probably say it's okay, that I didn't mind. That we were both busy at that time, and didn't really notice the silence slowly devouring us. But I did and it hurt. It hurt a lot. But that's okay because it's you. I could never be mad at you. I'll always come back to you.

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Oct 31, 2015

Oct 31, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC

mago

it's you

I thought I was over you. But I still check my messages at two in the morning, hoping your name will magically appear. Asking me how my day went, how I spent my afternoon. Telling me you missed me. I'm hoping. I don't know why, but I still am. I'm hoping you'll come back, say sorry that you left me hanging. I'd probably say it's okay, that I didn't mind. That we were both busy at that time, and didn't really notice the silence slowly devouring us. But I did and it hurt. It hurt a lot. But that's okay because it's you. I could never be mad at you. I'll always come back to you.

19

I am a woman. My bones are made of the hardest rocks, my skin made of the finest silk. My eyes are the brightest stars, and I trap the biggest galaxies inside me. I am a woman. Like violent waves crashing on the peaceful shore, my words can be beautiful and deadly. I can help stitch your rough edges, worn and frayed from the constant cruelty of the world. Dare hurt me, I will pull the seams-- one by one, I will make you fall apart and annihilate every fiber of your being just as fast as I can build you up. Do not fear me for I am a woman. I love deeply, with my heart forever trusting, not scared to be hurt just to feel. I am a woman, and there is nothing -- nothing you can say or do to stop me from becoming one.

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Oct 4, 2015

Oct 4, 2015 at 9:14 AM UTC

mago

i am a woman

I am a woman. My bones are made of the hardest rocks, my skin made of the finest silk. My eyes are the brightest stars, and I trap the biggest galaxies inside me. I am a woman. Like violent waves crashing on the peaceful shore, my words can be beautiful and deadly. I can help stitch your rough edges, worn and frayed from the constant cruelty of the world. Dare hurt me, I will pull the seams-- one by one, I will make you fall apart and annihilate every fiber of your being just as fast as I can build you up. Do not fear me for I am a woman. I love deeply, with my heart forever trusting, not scared to be hurt just to feel. I am a woman, and there is nothing -- nothing you can say or do to stop me from becoming one.

22

It wasn't the common kind of sadness. It was dark, engulfing, consuming. It was a vast and dark ocean, and I was nothing but a tiny rock thrown in it. I sank hard, I sank fast. There at the bottom, I stayed. Never seeing. Never leaving.

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Oct 4, 2015

Oct 4, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC

mago

tiny rock

It wasn't the common kind of sadness. It was dark, engulfing, consuming. It was a vast and dark ocean, and I was nothing but a tiny rock thrown in it. I sank hard, I sank fast. There at the bottom, I stayed. Never seeing. Never leaving.

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