mollywolly - Hello Poetry

You were blonde-haired and blue-eyed I came to know this was what poison disguised itself as Made up of a million broken pieces And I swear to god you reduced everything else to a blur... To absolute irrelevance. You met my stormy skies and turned the greys into blues And brought my racing thoughts to a crawl Turned muffled cries into symphonies and shined the sun onto everything I did... Everything I saw. But in this stillness you silently disappeared And my skies went from blue to wine-stained and the sand on my beaches turned to cigarette ash You took the heart you created and the soul you introduced me to... And left. But I promise, had the poison not already killed me I'd gather the ashes you shattered me into And spend forever getting back to you for *one Last Sip.*

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Mar 14, 2017

Mar 14, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC

Poison

You were blonde-haired and blue-eyed I came to know this was what poison disguised itself as Made up of a million broken pieces And I swear to god you reduced everything else to a blur... To absolute irrelevance. You met my stormy skies and turned the greys into blues And brought my racing thoughts to a crawl Turned muffled cries into symphonies and shined the sun onto everything I did... Everything I saw. But in this stillness you silently disappeared And my skies went from blue to wine-stained and the sand on my beaches turned to cigarette ash You took the heart you created and the soul you introduced me to... And left. But I promise, had the poison not already killed me I'd gather the ashes you shattered me into And spend forever getting back to you for *one Last Sip.*

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*Obsession was the name of my game. I didn't know how to love healthily. I allowed myself to be ****** in By the vacuum that was you. And in return I crushed you. With my hellfire And the blood of wolves Coursing through my veins and You did not weather the storm For I was not a breeze. I was not a breeze, but a hurricane, Bringing destruction and chaos to everything I touched. So I walked alone Ever searching for someone Who could take me as I was Who could handle the sounds of my cries The hurricanes from my wings And did not try and tame What they could not.*

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Feb 24, 2017

Feb 24, 2017 at 12:32 AM UTC

Hellfire

*Obsession was the name of my game. I didn't know how to love healthily. I allowed myself to be ****** in By the vacuum that was you. And in return I crushed you. With my hellfire And the blood of wolves Coursing through my veins and You did not weather the storm For I was not a breeze. I was not a breeze, but a hurricane, Bringing destruction and chaos to everything I touched. So I walked alone Ever searching for someone Who could take me as I was Who could handle the sounds of my cries The hurricanes from my wings And did not try and tame What they could not.*

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I remember you when you were fifteen. Holding your first cigarette between your manicured nails and smiling at the moon. And through the years I've seen you spend most of your time trying to escape your thoughts until six in the morning With a book and a cat The two things you called the greatest loves of your life. I've seen you walk down flowery paths with the sun in your eyes And through darkened forests, wondering desperately where the sun had gone. I've heard you talk about death and God, your favourite whiskey and your dog. About the most shallow and mundane of events, and the deepest of philosophies. And I see you now In your plaid shirts and lace-up boots, Trying to hide your face in your hair Calmly turning away every chance at love you find Searching desperately for distraction In a gram of ******* and the pen and paper sitting by your bedside.

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Jul 25, 2016

Jul 25, 2016 at 11:42 AM UTC

Fifteen.

I remember you when you were fifteen. Holding your first cigarette between your manicured nails and smiling at the moon. And through the years I've seen you spend most of your time trying to escape your thoughts until six in the morning With a book and a cat The two things you called the greatest loves of your life. I've seen you walk down flowery paths with the sun in your eyes And through darkened forests, wondering desperately where the sun had gone. I've heard you talk about death and God, your favourite whiskey and your dog. About the most shallow and mundane of events, and the deepest of philosophies. And I see you now In your plaid shirts and lace-up boots, Trying to hide your face in your hair Calmly turning away every chance at love you find Searching desperately for distraction In a gram of ******* and the pen and paper sitting by your bedside.

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