nosrac - Hello Poetry

my mind constantly cluttered with thoughts of us. what we had, what we wanted. but you took those thoughts, and made them razor blades. every time i think of you, i’m cut, i’m cut so deep. the blood is comforting, it’s warm. just like your hugs. the blood is sweet, like the taste of your lips, but it’s also bitter. so bitter and so sweet just like you, my dear

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Apr 9, 2021

Apr 9, 2021 at 12:23 PM UTC

another untitled

my mind constantly cluttered with thoughts of us. what we had, what we wanted. but you took those thoughts, and made them razor blades. every time i think of you, i’m cut, i’m cut so deep. the blood is comforting, it’s warm. just like your hugs. the blood is sweet, like the taste of your lips, but it’s also bitter. so bitter and so sweet just like you, my dear

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and here we are again. in school i was told never to begin a sentence with and, but, maybe, however, because. but here we are again doing the the things we shouldn't. maybe if we were older we would be wiser like our parents or teachers, role models of every kind of failed relationship there is. however i find hope in every bit of our disaster you say we are two trains headed for a head on collision, but i dont care. because i like the way you taste when we burn into flames the teachers may have been right, but you break all my rules time and time again.

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Jun 17, 2020

Jun 17, 2020 at 2:15 PM UTC

I really **** at love poems

and here we are again. in school i was told never to begin a sentence with and, but, maybe, however, because. but here we are again doing the the things we shouldn't. maybe if we were older we would be wiser like our parents or teachers, role models of every kind of failed relationship there is. however i find hope in every bit of our disaster you say we are two trains headed for a head on collision, but i dont care. because i like the way you taste when we burn into flames the teachers may have been right, but you break all my rules time and time again.

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Remember we were gonna leave this city and make a life for ourselves. We were gonna dance and laugh and buy too many plants and listen to as much live music as possible and prove everyone wrong and kiss and hold hands and fall even more in love everyday. Remember when you promised that.

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Jun 15, 2020

Jun 15, 2020 at 6:11 PM UTC

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Remember we were gonna leave this city and make a life for ourselves. We were gonna dance and laugh and buy too many plants and listen to as much live music as possible and prove everyone wrong and kiss and hold hands and fall even more in love everyday. Remember when you promised that.

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i love the feeling of falling in love with someone. it’s like i have strawberry fields growing in my stomach i don’t know.

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Jun 15, 2020

Jun 15, 2020 at 6:06 PM UTC

4am

i love the feeling of falling in love with someone. it’s like i have strawberry fields growing in my stomach i don’t know.

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I'm sorry you missed the day I came home. I'm sorry you left my Mum all alone. I'm sorry you missed the first time I walked. And I'm sorry you missed the first time I talked. I'm sorry you missed tucking me in at night. I'm sorry you missed turning off my light. I'm sorry you missed me getting my first fright. And I'm sorry you weren't there to tell me it's alright. I'm sorry you never really cared, Never bothered to make a call. In fact, I'm not sorry in the slightest bit. I'm not sorry at all. You should be sorry, Sorry to me, And sorry to all of us, For what you couldn't be. A Dad is supposed to love, Protect, worship and care. A Dad is supposed to do all of this, But most importantly be there. But you couldn't provide, Protect or care. You couldn't worship. And you couldn't be there Because you made the choice To never try with me. Sure, you're on and off now, But it's just too late, you see. I mean, I get it now. And although this makes me sad... You will always be my father. You'll just never be my Dad

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May 15, 2020

May 15, 2020 at 11:55 PM UTC

To my unknown father

I'm sorry you missed the day I came home. I'm sorry you left my Mum all alone. I'm sorry you missed the first time I walked. And I'm sorry you missed the first time I talked. I'm sorry you missed tucking me in at night. I'm sorry you missed turning off my light. I'm sorry you missed me getting my first fright. And I'm sorry you weren't there to tell me it's alright. I'm sorry you never really cared, Never bothered to make a call. In fact, I'm not sorry in the slightest bit. I'm not sorry at all. You should be sorry, Sorry to me, And sorry to all of us, For what you couldn't be. A Dad is supposed to love, Protect, worship and care. A Dad is supposed to do all of this, But most importantly be there. But you couldn't provide, Protect or care. You couldn't worship. And you couldn't be there Because you made the choice To never try with me. Sure, you're on and off now, But it's just too late, you see. I mean, I get it now. And although this makes me sad... You will always be my father. You'll just never be my Dad

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This isn’t a poem, It’s a confession. A confession of all the horrible things I’ve done. 1. I tend to break hearts of innocent people 2. I push people away that need me most 3. I lead people on 4. I give false hope 5. And lastly, I still love you.

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Apr 6, 2020

Apr 6, 2020 at 3:22 PM UTC

I’m no good

This isn’t a poem, It’s a confession. A confession of all the horrible things I’ve done. 1. I tend to break hearts of innocent people 2. I push people away that need me most 3. I lead people on 4. I give false hope 5. And lastly, I still love you.

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I don’t understand how people… live. It’s amazing to me that people wake up every morning and say: ‘Yeah, another day, let’s do it.’ How do people do it? I don’t know how.

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Mar 21, 2020

Mar 21, 2020 at 11:45 PM UTC

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I don’t understand how people… live. It’s amazing to me that people wake up every morning and say: ‘Yeah, another day, let’s do it.’ How do people do it? I don’t know how.

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My therapist asked, "How do you prepare for your day?" I simply replied "i count my lies and find my mask."

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Mar 14, 2020

Mar 14, 2020 at 10:23 PM UTC

my mask.

My therapist asked, "How do you prepare for your day?" I simply replied "i count my lies and find my mask."

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The sky cry’s A scream of frantic worship You pant the bitter wind As rain and sea rip into me Smearing blood over the rocks I let the storm crush me.

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Mar 9, 2020

Mar 9, 2020 at 7:57 PM UTC

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The sky cry’s A scream of frantic worship You pant the bitter wind As rain and sea rip into me Smearing blood over the rocks I let the storm crush me.

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When she puts her arms around you, she will make you feel safe, but rarely will she take you in her arms. she will call you late at night when the radio is playing her favorite song and tell you how much it reminds her of you. But these are the same songs that she has dedicated to those before you. Listen to her when she is crying its one of the only times she will tell you the truth. she will pretend to understand you, and you'll believe her when she says she loves all your flaws. she will tell you she wants all the same things you do, but she doesn't. she doesn't know what she wants. she will tell you that you are the only thing she needs, but you aren't. she will want others. she will believe she is always right even when she's not and you know she's not, but you'll stop arguing anyway. you'll stay because her selfishness and her recklessness don't seem less than ordinary. Everyone around you will constantly say how beautiful she is, a work of art, someone extraordinary. Until the day she shows the true colors underneath her mask. They will be dark and dangerous and in your hesitation, you might survive. You might just dodge a bullet. For the person who loves her next, Because i couldn't.

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Feb 27, 2020

Feb 27, 2020 at 10:15 AM UTC

i couldn't love her.

When she puts her arms around you, she will make you feel safe, but rarely will she take you in her arms. she will call you late at night when the radio is playing her favorite song and tell you how much it reminds her of you. But these are the same songs that she has dedicated to those before you. Listen to her when she is crying its one of the only times she will tell you the truth. she will pretend to understand you, and you'll believe her when she says she loves all your flaws. she will tell you she wants all the same things you do, but she doesn't. she doesn't know what she wants. she will tell you that you are the only thing she needs, but you aren't. she will want others. she will believe she is always right even when she's not and you know she's not, but you'll stop arguing anyway. you'll stay because her selfishness and her recklessness don't seem less than ordinary. Everyone around you will constantly say how beautiful she is, a work of art, someone extraordinary. Until the day she shows the true colors underneath her mask. They will be dark and dangerous and in your hesitation, you might survive. You might just dodge a bullet. For the person who loves her next, Because i couldn't.

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