muddylakes - Hello Poetry

I woke up next to an angel today and I thanked a God I never believed in He smiled at me and I knew I had finally reached heaven through a boy with beautiful brown eyes behind crooked glasses He whispers in my ear it's a prayer i know by heart, dancing through my mind And when he says he loves me it's every single hymn wrapped into one beautiful melody He is my religion, my saviour, my love.

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Nov 24, 2016

Nov 24, 2016 at 4:58 AM UTC

I found god in a boy

I woke up next to an angel today and I thanked a God I never believed in He smiled at me and I knew I had finally reached heaven through a boy with beautiful brown eyes behind crooked glasses He whispers in my ear it's a prayer i know by heart, dancing through my mind And when he says he loves me it's every single hymn wrapped into one beautiful melody He is my religion, my saviour, my love.

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He's the beginning and the end, all at once. The first stretch when you wake up in the morning and the feeling of finally crawling into bed after a long day. He's everything wrapped into one: passion, fire, heartache, joy, sadness, and the kind of love that makes you lose your mind. He's all of those things that you never knew could feel so sharp, hitting you all at once, cutting into your lungs while you whisper "he's so god **** beautiful" And I knew with one touch that he'd be the beginning and the end of everything.

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Nov 24, 2016

Nov 24, 2016 at 4:51 AM UTC

Beginning and the end

He's the beginning and the end, all at once. The first stretch when you wake up in the morning and the feeling of finally crawling into bed after a long day. He's everything wrapped into one: passion, fire, heartache, joy, sadness, and the kind of love that makes you lose your mind. He's all of those things that you never knew could feel so sharp, hitting you all at once, cutting into your lungs while you whisper "he's so god **** beautiful" And I knew with one touch that he'd be the beginning and the end of everything.

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You are the dreams I can't wake up from And the hand I want to hold You're warm tea on a cold winter night And the sound of crunching fall leaves You're the one I want to come home to And the song I want to sing You're the reason that I'm smiling And you're everything to me.

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Nov 11, 2016

Nov 11, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC

You are

You are the dreams I can't wake up from And the hand I want to hold You're warm tea on a cold winter night And the sound of crunching fall leaves You're the one I want to come home to And the song I want to sing You're the reason that I'm smiling And you're everything to me.

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Don't give yourself away Not to him, not tonight To someone you loved Swear you don't anymore. To someone you hated Swear you did. Don't give yourself away Unless you wanna Unless his hands act like magnets Pulling you closer, pulling you slow. And if he makes a promise You better promise to take it with salt.

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Aug 29, 2016

Aug 29, 2016 at 2:57 AM UTC

Dont give yourself away.

Don't give yourself away Not to him, not tonight To someone you loved Swear you don't anymore. To someone you hated Swear you did. Don't give yourself away Unless you wanna Unless his hands act like magnets Pulling you closer, pulling you slow. And if he makes a promise You better promise to take it with salt.

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There's something about learning lessons Maybe the repetition of failing: Texting your ex while you're drunk, while you're sad, while you're anxious. Maybe the constant feeling of doubt: Does he miss you too? Is it all in your head? Should I send another text? Call? Maybe the heart wrenching truth: He opens your messages but he won't respond, he doesn't love you anymore, he doesn't think about you nearly as much as you do him. Maybe it's the bandaids you wear: Getting drunk with your friends but not texting him this time, not crying tonight. Maybe it's the lesson you've learned: You're nobody's but your own, start acting like it.

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Aug 22, 2016

Aug 22, 2016 at 3:40 AM UTC

Lessons.

There's something about learning lessons Maybe the repetition of failing: Texting your ex while you're drunk, while you're sad, while you're anxious. Maybe the constant feeling of doubt: Does he miss you too? Is it all in your head? Should I send another text? Call? Maybe the heart wrenching truth: He opens your messages but he won't respond, he doesn't love you anymore, he doesn't think about you nearly as much as you do him. Maybe it's the bandaids you wear: Getting drunk with your friends but not texting him this time, not crying tonight. Maybe it's the lesson you've learned: You're nobody's but your own, start acting like it.

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I was yours Two summers ago When the days were long and the nights lasted forever But forever ends when fall rolls in Love dies like the leaves On September nights You were mine That one Christmas eve Spent on the floor of your living room Exchanging gifts with wide smiles And beating hearts But the new year brings new pain and new heartache I was yours and you were mine But nothing lasts forever Not love or pain or laughter or tears So I am mine and you are yours And someday we will come to peace With the love we laid to rest

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Aug 16, 2016

Aug 16, 2016 at 3:00 AM UTC

We are our own, now.

I was yours Two summers ago When the days were long and the nights lasted forever But forever ends when fall rolls in Love dies like the leaves On September nights You were mine That one Christmas eve Spent on the floor of your living room Exchanging gifts with wide smiles And beating hearts But the new year brings new pain and new heartache I was yours and you were mine But nothing lasts forever Not love or pain or laughter or tears So I am mine and you are yours And someday we will come to peace With the love we laid to rest

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Still not sure how you can feel so lonely with so many people who love you but here I am

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Jul 19, 2016

Jul 19, 2016 at 4:37 AM UTC

Untitled

Still not sure how you can feel so lonely with so many people who love you but here I am

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I don't love him But his lips are convenient And his hands are warm You aren't here Which is fine but it's not And I miss you every day I don't love him And he doesn't love me But we're both missing what we can't have You don't love me Which is something I understand But I'll never get past

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May 24, 2016

May 24, 2016 at 4:45 AM UTC

You don't love me.

I don't love him But his lips are convenient And his hands are warm You aren't here Which is fine but it's not And I miss you every day I don't love him And he doesn't love me But we're both missing what we can't have You don't love me Which is something I understand But I'll never get past

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It's been a few years since this feeling of hopelessness and the weight of something a little more sharp than sadness settled in the gut of my stomach and rewired my brain. "Chemical makeup and nothing more than a passing phase," she told me. "I made it through and so will you." "How long?" I sighed out, tired although the day had only just begun for me. Some days are harder than others. Most days I wake up and forget what it's like to feel okay, forget what it's like to have a productive day, forget what it's like to feel fully rested. Other days feel like a war being fought on my own front lawn and I can do nothing to stop it. I'm not scared, although I suppose I always have a little fear. I fear I won't wake up the next morning, fear that I might, fear that I won't wake up from the nightmare that is depression. "I don't know, honey, but it will be okay," she rubs my hand and I can see the battle wounds of her own wars painted on her skin. Nobody is ever safe from themselves.

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May 9, 2016

May 9, 2016 at 4:56 AM UTC

A war we both fight.

It's been a few years since this feeling of hopelessness and the weight of something a little more sharp than sadness settled in the gut of my stomach and rewired my brain. "Chemical makeup and nothing more than a passing phase," she told me. "I made it through and so will you." "How long?" I sighed out, tired although the day had only just begun for me. Some days are harder than others. Most days I wake up and forget what it's like to feel okay, forget what it's like to have a productive day, forget what it's like to feel fully rested. Other days feel like a war being fought on my own front lawn and I can do nothing to stop it. I'm not scared, although I suppose I always have a little fear. I fear I won't wake up the next morning, fear that I might, fear that I won't wake up from the nightmare that is depression. "I don't know, honey, but it will be okay," she rubs my hand and I can see the battle wounds of her own wars painted on her skin. Nobody is ever safe from themselves.

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You're in love! *** *** you're going to wait by your phone for his response until you fall asleep at night, and that will be cute at first because you'll have talked all day long but now it's because you haven't heard from him all day and it feels like a punch to the gut. ** you're going to be constantly disappointed because the two of you have always been fundamentally different people and you just wanted this one thing to work out with the kind, cute boy whose hand is nice to hold. ** you're going to cry at night because you know you've been holding onto something that wasn't really even there to start, but you won't find it in yourself to let go. * you're going to tear yourself apart, and for what?

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May 7, 2016

May 7, 2016 at 6:30 AM UTC

Disclaimer

You're in love! *** *** you're going to wait by your phone for his response until you fall asleep at night, and that will be cute at first because you'll have talked all day long but now it's because you haven't heard from him all day and it feels like a punch to the gut. ** you're going to be constantly disappointed because the two of you have always been fundamentally different people and you just wanted this one thing to work out with the kind, cute boy whose hand is nice to hold. ** you're going to cry at night because you know you've been holding onto something that wasn't really even there to start, but you won't find it in yourself to let go. * you're going to tear yourself apart, and for what?

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