nojoyinmudville - Hello Poetry

You would run into a fire for me. You would gladly burn if it meant I was safe. But you would not lay with me in all my brokenness. You would not reassure me over and over to quell my demons. And perhaps that is when I need you most.

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Jan 26, 2024

Jan 26, 2024 at 5:56 PM UTC

Needy

You would run into a fire for me. You would gladly burn if it meant I was safe. But you would not lay with me in all my brokenness. You would not reassure me over and over to quell my demons. And perhaps that is when I need you most.

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You never hit me, But I shake in fear when I think I see you in a crowd.

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Mar 13, 2021

Mar 13, 2021 at 3:31 PM UTC

Abuse

You never hit me, But I shake in fear when I think I see you in a crowd.

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I held your hand You broke mine I kissed your face You spat in mine I only ever had your best interests at heart You had your best interests at heart too I was good for you And all you did was make me cry

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Aug 14, 2020

Aug 14, 2020 at 7:20 AM UTC

Selfish

I held your hand You broke mine I kissed your face You spat in mine I only ever had your best interests at heart You had your best interests at heart too I was good for you And all you did was make me cry

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You planted me And when i popped my head out of the ground I never grew tall enough for you I never bore enough fruit I did not have enough flowers And somehow it was my fault Even though you planted me And most days, i wish you hadn't

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May 27, 2020

May 27, 2020 at 2:17 PM UTC

Untitled

You planted me And when i popped my head out of the ground I never grew tall enough for you I never bore enough fruit I did not have enough flowers And somehow it was my fault Even though you planted me And most days, i wish you hadn't

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He came back when I was flying Just to try to pull me down to hell again But I am stronger this time And I am too high up for him to reach

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May 21, 2020

May 21, 2020 at 2:10 AM UTC

I Feel Sorry for Him

He came back when I was flying Just to try to pull me down to hell again But I am stronger this time And I am too high up for him to reach

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Is the glass half empty or half full? It's funny how people talk about it in relation to life, But never in relation to how people view others. It seems to me that to everyone else, I have always been half empty. Always something missing. Always half empty. Never good enough.

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Oct 30, 2019

Oct 30, 2019 at 2:05 PM UTC

A Disappointment

Is the glass half empty or half full? It's funny how people talk about it in relation to life, But never in relation to how people view others. It seems to me that to everyone else, I have always been half empty. Always something missing. Always half empty. Never good enough.

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You cut me so deeply, And then spat on my wounds. And yet, when you scrape your knee, I have to fight the urge to come running. I still want you to be okay. Seems like I'm dying either way.

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Jul 31, 2019

Jul 31, 2019 at 5:14 AM UTC

Why am I this person?

You cut me so deeply, And then spat on my wounds. And yet, when you scrape your knee, I have to fight the urge to come running. I still want you to be okay. Seems like I'm dying either way.

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"What colour is my heart?" she sings, And as her voice soaks into me, I feel you slink and coil yourself around my heart. At first it felt like you were meant to be there, But the longer her set goes on The harder you squeeze. "What colour is my heart?" she sings. I know the answer. My heart is black and blue, Thanks to you.

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Jul 26, 2019

Jul 26, 2019 at 4:55 PM UTC

Snake

"What colour is my heart?" she sings, And as her voice soaks into me, I feel you slink and coil yourself around my heart. At first it felt like you were meant to be there, But the longer her set goes on The harder you squeeze. "What colour is my heart?" she sings. I know the answer. My heart is black and blue, Thanks to you.

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I don't know whether I am attracted to clowns, Or whether I myself am the clown. Either way, Clearly I am a joke. And I hope breaking me Was as enjoyable as you hoped.

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Jul 24, 2019

Jul 24, 2019 at 1:55 PM UTC

Just Part of Your Circus

I don't know whether I am attracted to clowns, Or whether I myself am the clown. Either way, Clearly I am a joke. And I hope breaking me Was as enjoyable as you hoped.

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You stabbed me repeatedly, But when I finally walked away, You were the one to cry betrayal.

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Jul 16, 2019

Jul 16, 2019 at 1:53 PM UTC

Double Standards

You stabbed me repeatedly, But when I finally walked away, You were the one to cry betrayal.

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