monica-lara - Hello Poetry

Yesterday I came to realize my level of unhappiness. This, of course, knocked the wind out of me. My throat tightened restricting my breathing. The more I struggled The less the air came my way. I fought and fought but the air was nowhere to be found I fought and fought panic filled my eyes I fought and fought oxygen-deprived blood cried for help I fought and fought voices whispered in my ear 3... 8... 10.... there seemed to be no end I fought and fought but the voices were too soothing too convincing I fought and fought but the day wore on I fought and fought the day came to an end the object upon my shoulders grew to be too light I held it down with a pillow I fought and fought until the voices came to an end.

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Apr 6, 2016

Apr 6, 2016 at 9:27 PM UTC

I fought and fought

Yesterday I came to realize my level of unhappiness. This, of course, knocked the wind out of me. My throat tightened restricting my breathing. The more I struggled The less the air came my way. I fought and fought but the air was nowhere to be found I fought and fought panic filled my eyes I fought and fought oxygen-deprived blood cried for help I fought and fought voices whispered in my ear 3... 8... 10.... there seemed to be no end I fought and fought but the voices were too soothing too convincing I fought and fought but the day wore on I fought and fought the day came to an end the object upon my shoulders grew to be too light I held it down with a pillow I fought and fought until the voices came to an end.

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Are my eyes growing weary or has the light in your eyes dimmed a little since we first met? Is my body growing old or do you not hold me tight enough like you used to? Am I losing the feeling in my mouth or have our kisses lost their passion? Do you not love me anymore or was there ever a love to begin with?

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Jan 10, 2016

Jan 10, 2016 at 5:56 PM UTC

Illusions

Are my eyes growing weary or has the light in your eyes dimmed a little since we first met? Is my body growing old or do you not hold me tight enough like you used to? Am I losing the feeling in my mouth or have our kisses lost their passion? Do you not love me anymore or was there ever a love to begin with?

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Today I learned that humans are 99.9% genetically identical to one another. That's an awful lot isn't it? So please forgive me for having these mud-colored eyes of mine. For I know you cant compare them to something beautiful like the fresh waters off the coast of Venice Or to the first leaf of spring exposed after the final layer of ice thawed off. Please forgive me for having this unruly curly hair which you can never run your fingers through unless you are okay with the amount of time it takes to untangle your fingers from the mess I carry upon my shoulders. Please forgive me for not having English be the first language to roll off my tongue. I know I pay the cost when I cannot find the right words to express how deeply I am in love with everything that is you. But darling, if you must know one thing, know this: Every cell in my body craves to show you how infatuated I am with you. This heart beats so loudly whenever you are near it's a wonder it hasn't broken the ribs which enclose it. My fickle brain goes back and forth between wanting you and needing you. But there is no need to worry, my love. I always manage to steer it in the right direction. And because of all this, I will never fear the day when you will no longer love me because if everything within my skin loves you this deeply, I know everything you carry inside feels the same way because today I learned that humans are 99.9% genetically identical to one another. That's an awful lot isn't it?

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Dec 19, 2015

Dec 19, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC

99.9%

Today I learned that humans are 99.9% genetically identical to one another. That's an awful lot isn't it? So please forgive me for having these mud-colored eyes of mine. For I know you cant compare them to something beautiful like the fresh waters off the coast of Venice Or to the first leaf of spring exposed after the final layer of ice thawed off. Please forgive me for having this unruly curly hair which you can never run your fingers through unless you are okay with the amount of time it takes to untangle your fingers from the mess I carry upon my shoulders. Please forgive me for not having English be the first language to roll off my tongue. I know I pay the cost when I cannot find the right words to express how deeply I am in love with everything that is you. But darling, if you must know one thing, know this: Every cell in my body craves to show you how infatuated I am with you. This heart beats so loudly whenever you are near it's a wonder it hasn't broken the ribs which enclose it. My fickle brain goes back and forth between wanting you and needing you. But there is no need to worry, my love. I always manage to steer it in the right direction. And because of all this, I will never fear the day when you will no longer love me because if everything within my skin loves you this deeply, I know everything you carry inside feels the same way because today I learned that humans are 99.9% genetically identical to one another. That's an awful lot isn't it?

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They day I fell out of love with you was the day I stepped outside and saw the world for what it really was. I saw the autumn leaves falling to the ground waiting for the first blanket of snow to cover them. I felt the cool breeze sting my uncovered face reminding me it wasn't always going to be sunny. On these days I must burn a fire to keep me warm. I must feed the fire with all the love he never gave me. I must keep that fire alive. And resist the urge to return to the warmth of the man I fell out of love with.

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Nov 7, 2015

Nov 7, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC

Falling Out of Love

They day I fell out of love with you was the day I stepped outside and saw the world for what it really was. I saw the autumn leaves falling to the ground waiting for the first blanket of snow to cover them. I felt the cool breeze sting my uncovered face reminding me it wasn't always going to be sunny. On these days I must burn a fire to keep me warm. I must feed the fire with all the love he never gave me. I must keep that fire alive. And resist the urge to return to the warmth of the man I fell out of love with.

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I've never known the loving of a man but it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand.

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Oct 14, 2015

Oct 14, 2015 at 7:20 PM UTC

Untitled

I've never known the loving of a man but it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand.

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Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I like having an organized room and arrive 15 minutes early to everything because it's the only thing I can control in my life? I can't control falling in love. I can't control you when you leave. I can't control the malignant thoughts that spur up once I'm alone. I can't control myself when I text you asking if you miss me even a little bit and I can't control crying myself to sleep when you don't text back. I can't control these things and it scares me so I take it out on everything else.

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Oct 3, 2015

Oct 3, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC

You're Uncontrollable

Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I like having an organized room and arrive 15 minutes early to everything because it's the only thing I can control in my life? I can't control falling in love. I can't control you when you leave. I can't control the malignant thoughts that spur up once I'm alone. I can't control myself when I text you asking if you miss me even a little bit and I can't control crying myself to sleep when you don't text back. I can't control these things and it scares me so I take it out on everything else.

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I was *mending myself when I talked to you I was *mending myself as I opened up to you I was *mending myself when I let you kiss me I was *mending myself when I let you take my clothes off I was *mending when I let you see every inch of my untouched body I was *mending myself when I let you have me completely I was *mending myself when I let you be the center of my universe

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Sep 28, 2015

Sep 28, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC

Replace *Mending with *Breaking

I was *mending myself when I talked to you I was *mending myself as I opened up to you I was *mending myself when I let you kiss me I was *mending myself when I let you take my clothes off I was *mending when I let you see every inch of my untouched body I was *mending myself when I let you have me completely I was *mending myself when I let you be the center of my universe

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We're always thinking that someday we will be happy, but happiness is a mood not a destination. It's like being tired or hungry- it's not permanent, it comes and goes and that's okay. If people thought of it that way, they'd find happiness a lot more often.

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Sep 8, 2015

Sep 8, 2015 at 8:34 PM UTC

Pursuit of "Happiness"

We're always thinking that someday we will be happy, but happiness is a mood not a destination. It's like being tired or hungry- it's not permanent, it comes and goes and that's okay. If people thought of it that way, they'd find happiness a lot more often.

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I remember after the first time you kissed me you said that you had been wanting to do that for a while. I wonder if you thought the same thing when you left me.

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Sep 7, 2015

Sep 7, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC

Double Meaning

I remember after the first time you kissed me you said that you had been wanting to do that for a while. I wonder if you thought the same thing when you left me.

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People scare me. They change their minds so quickly. One moment it's "I love you" and "you make me happy" and the next it's "I'm not sure anymore" and "this isn't what I want".

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Aug 26, 2015

Aug 26, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC

Pathetic

People scare me. They change their minds so quickly. One moment it's "I love you" and "you make me happy" and the next it's "I'm not sure anymore" and "this isn't what I want".

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