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The mornings are always the worst Before my mind can decide if I'm awake or asleep, you creep in and settle into a seat The rising sun cascades a violent orange on the tops of the buildings and creeps down and if I could only shake the sleep out if I could only get you to enjoy your mornings somewhere else I might find it beautiful. I think about her I think about you with her I think about the way you touch her, especially when you're drunk I remember the way it felt I see the way she feels She smiles and I scowl She giggles, throwing her head back and I snarl, baring my teeth She moans softly I cry out I shriek I scream and I cry and I yell Sobs rattle my chest as her legs shake I pound my fists against the solid ground I am stuck here I see you and her when I close my eyes I see it projected on the concrete walls around me I cannot outrun it even with an 192 mile head start I can feel myself slipping back towards October, when you told me you weren't sure if you could be with me without hurting me I am tumbling backwards to December, when you wanted to stop seeing me I stumble to January, when you started ******* other people and I started hearing about it I look up Past the concrete walls there are stars a collection of piercing white energies And I remember the love I felt I remember the love I gave you I feel my chest begin to exude a warm light I have that love, and it's with me now. And I hope when she touches your arm, you feel my fingers touch the inside of your wrist where it makes you shiver And I hope when she calls to you, you feel me trace your full name on your skin And I hope when you're short with her when you're angry with her when you lash out at her I hope you remember how I asked if you were okay I hope you fall in love with her and her with you And I hope after you do, you remember my love I hope you remember the love I had for you The only love I've had for anyone I hope you see it glow orange the way the sun rises I hope you feel the soft curves of my love and get the warm fuzzy feeling in your chest where my love used to be I hope it makes you remember me and I hope it makes you sick how much you ******* miss it.
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Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 9:18 AM UTC
an immature heartbreak
The mornings are always the worst Before my mind can decide if I'm awake or asleep, you creep in and settle into a seat The rising sun cascades a violent orange on the tops of the buildings and creeps down and if I could only shake the sleep out if I could only get you to enjoy your mornings somewhere else I might find it beautiful. I think about her I think about you with her I think about the way you touch her, especially when you're drunk I remember the way it felt I see the way she feels She smiles and I scowl She giggles, throwing her head back and I snarl, baring my teeth She moans softly I cry out I shriek I scream and I cry and I yell Sobs rattle my chest as her legs shake I pound my fists against the solid ground I am stuck here I see you and her when I close my eyes I see it projected on the concrete walls around me I cannot outrun it even with an 192 mile head start I can feel myself slipping back towards October, when you told me you weren't sure if you could be with me without hurting me I am tumbling backwards to December, when you wanted to stop seeing me I stumble to January, when you started ******* other people and I started hearing about it I look up Past the concrete walls there are stars a collection of piercing white energies And I remember the love I felt I remember the love I gave you I feel my chest begin to exude a warm light I have that love, and it's with me now. And I hope when she touches your arm, you feel my fingers touch the inside of your wrist where it makes you shiver And I hope when she calls to you, you feel me trace your full name on your skin And I hope when you're short with her when you're angry with her when you lash out at her I hope you remember how I asked if you were okay I hope you fall in love with her and her with you And I hope after you do, you remember my love I hope you remember the love I had for you The only love I've had for anyone I hope you see it glow orange the way the sun rises I hope you feel the soft curves of my love and get the warm fuzzy feeling in your chest where my love used to be I hope it makes you remember me and I hope it makes you sick how much you ******* miss it.
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I feel the night air like a loss of breath My chest echoes at the blow I’m not sure about much anymore But I know that I loved you I remember the pain in my chest as if it’s still there I feel how much I still care as it squeezes and bends my rib cage like an accordion But I am the beautiful part of my heartbreak The memory I knew of you will always surpass the person you are today And all of the things you ever did to me spill out in a long list written in black pen My sick figure scrawling into a notebook Sweat drops from my twisted form My tears pour into the ink and I release you again The same way I released you before The same way I’ll release you again
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Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 12:03 AM UTC
a farewell ritual
I don't believe in closure I can't tell if it's the honey soaked rose that I have for a heart and I can't tell if I'm in more pain because of it I didn't stop loving you I can't slam the door shut Not when you've made a home in the empty space of my mind I don't mind the occasional visit I stop in, look around to make sure you're still there And, oh, you're still there you're there in the late night drives holding hands you linger in the smell of cigarette smoke and the taste of menthol you crawl in the empty space in my bed at night and you sometimes even lay your head on my heart, pressing down into my chest But that's all it is An occasional visit in your apartment in my mind We never exchange words or ideas or kisses I didn't stop loving you But my love changed My love for you was once deafening So loud it pounds on your eardrums and rattles your ribcage When you left it just made my hearing foggy and distant You understand that I had to turn it down, don't you? My love for you was once consuming The kind that rolls over you like a wave and leaves you breathless When you left I drowned in its gluttony You understand that I had to starve it, don't you? My love for you was once white hot Heat waves radiated out of my chest and my toes were never cold When you left it ignited and I was engulfed in flames Reaching out of the inferno, my seared fingertips replaced your love with a flickering candle You understand that, don't you? I didn't stop loving you My love transformed I transformed to survive my love Because amidst my grief I yelled over the music I clawed out of the riptide I dragged myself out of the burning building the burning home I don't believe in closure because I didn't stop loving you and my love didn't evolve I did.
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May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 12:16 AM UTC
probably not the last poem I'll write about you
I don't believe in closure I can't tell if it's the honey soaked rose that I have for a heart and I can't tell if I'm in more pain because of it I didn't stop loving you I can't slam the door shut Not when you've made a home in the empty space of my mind I don't mind the occasional visit I stop in, look around to make sure you're still there And, oh, you're still there you're there in the late night drives holding hands you linger in the smell of cigarette smoke and the taste of menthol you crawl in the empty space in my bed at night and you sometimes even lay your head on my heart, pressing down into my chest But that's all it is An occasional visit in your apartment in my mind We never exchange words or ideas or kisses I didn't stop loving you But my love changed My love for you was once deafening So loud it pounds on your eardrums and rattles your ribcage When you left it just made my hearing foggy and distant You understand that I had to turn it down, don't you? My love for you was once consuming The kind that rolls over you like a wave and leaves you breathless When you left I drowned in its gluttony You understand that I had to starve it, don't you? My love for you was once white hot Heat waves radiated out of my chest and my toes were never cold When you left it ignited and I was engulfed in flames Reaching out of the inferno, my seared fingertips replaced your love with a flickering candle You understand that, don't you? I didn't stop loving you My love transformed I transformed to survive my love Because amidst my grief I yelled over the music I clawed out of the riptide I dragged myself out of the burning building the burning home I don't believe in closure because I didn't stop loving you and my love didn't evolve I did.
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i feel like we’re all alone i feel like i could dissolve
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May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 8:54 PM UTC
high is there anybody in there
skimming my fingers along the white tiled walls i prance down the hall this never ending hall i left your room i was no longer welcome and i knew it i knew it was time for me to leave and i stayed as long as i could bear but i had to leave before the thunderous silence finally crushed down on my bones and left my structure aching and bent but now as i prance through the hall head swaying madly as if i could shake the thought of you i would prefer the silence i would take the cracking of my bones over the vagueness of this hallway this white hallway ghosts of you wander by me i call out but they don’t hear me the same way you never heard me everything so excruciatingly plain i had wandered into this plain white building mistaking your room as colorful from the outside and as i came in the door shut behind me i was trapped in this mad house but it was okay since i was with you except now my only company are these ******* never ending white walls in this ******* never ending white hall
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May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 8:53 PM UTC
white walls
My hands clasped together Sitting on my lap A rose bud buried in my chest blooms in the morning sun Poking its head out I’ve never felt this before The sun kissed my toes Then began kissing up Up Up Up Up to my feet The sun had other mistresses But in this moment I was the warmest Up to my ankles I giggled and ****** my legs back in response My legs are ticklish in the sunlight Up to my calves My giggles slowed their pace I was settling in to the feeling of sunlight creeping up my body Up to my knees I was losing my humor This was very real At my thighs I made him stop I had never before felt that My rosebud seemed like a statue Frozen in time Holding its breath to see what would happen next He laughed A hearty laugh One that came from the belly and echoed out One that rattled my rib cage And soon I was laughing too Shaken by the vibrations of 2 laughters And as I looked down, I felt the warmth all over my body It was all over and it was magical And I wasn’t afraid anymore But just as soon as he had started He was gone And the sky became a dark grey And the sun didn’t come back out And the rosebud in my chest began to wilt and wither in the whipping wind But all I could do was keep my eyes on the sky Waiting for the sun that I knew wouldn’t return
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May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 8:52 PM UTC
my friend the sun
Swimming through paint Watercolors entangling my fingers and toes I taste it on my tongue A grittiness that I have grown to live with My cheeks stained with blue I stare at my reflection But I don’t recognize the collection of eyes that lay in front of me I run my fingers through it It ripples and I forget the stranger I’ve seen The one right in front of me The one clawing at the surface of the water The one clawing at the surface of my face This aching in my chest It’s there again It rattles the cobwebs And I yell at it with clear lungs Get out I say I don’t want you here And I don’t But seeing your face Knowing you’re around Being in the same room My ribcage rattles like drums It drowns out my protest
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May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 8:51 PM UTC
the other woman
being the other I'm used to this I find comfort in never really being known by the people I care for I am the escape the breath of fresh air the break I am not the permanent not the commitment not the priority I come without obligation I come without responsibility I come tied with a bow but when I start feeling (and I always do) that's where it ends suddenly I am guilt I am a reminder of all that you use me to escape from I am a weeping witch suddenly you can't escape me suddenly you need me to be distance I need to be a memory I need to be tucked away I lose my shimmer and I rot before your eyes I spoil in seconds rapidly crumbling into sewage I am the dirt on your shoe I am the itch on the unreachable part of your back I'm the buzzing gnat you swat away I was never whole you never caught a glimpse of me I was my use I was how I made you feel I was everything you ran away from I'm used to this being the other
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May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 8:50 PM UTC
me as i am to you
every day the same getting so accustomed to the mundane engaged to the repetition starting each day optimistic and slowly remembering the sandpaper numbness everything is the ******* same reoccurrence- this deja vu i feel like this has happened before the past feeling like a foggy memory i cant remember ending the day exhausted run out of steam cant even pick up my head my structure cracking from the weight feels like my body might just give out fold into a million pieces and land on the ground a perfect pile of skin and bone
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 9:03 PM UTC
everyday
not punishing myself for having emotions but forcing myself not to so sensitive- a sticky gooey bleeding heart like a licked melted lollipop, my heart weighs in my chest my source of conscience and also guilt I cant decide if I can go on being so open I don't want to lose my compassion but I don't want to die keeping it ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ can I keep one thing to myself is it so hard to be happy with just knowing myself I find joy in giving and sharing but not in receiving and keeping -that is going to hurt me one day it seems as though I cannot find any answers within myself is that so hard to do answer one question about myself even the important one who am I the street lamp shines on the pavement in my mind and I watch through my window wishing I could share the view with someone else ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ who could ever love someone who is so unsure of herself and so sensitive I'm so sensitive I fear real emotional commitment why cant I just untie the knot in my chest when did I tie it in the first place I plead it to loosen bleeding fingers prying back the ribbon but it is too tight and it has been there so long that the fabric folds in on itself at each curve almost as if its a ball of ice but for it to be ice it would have to be cold and my chest roasts under a fire of emotion that is constantly stoked so the ice would surely melt I don't want an empty cavern with cobwebs and stalagmites frozen, reaching up for a heart that disappeared long ago but I cannot handler the fire in my stomach burning the lining of my chest and climbing up my throat using the cartilage rings in my esophagus as a ladder to my head
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Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 8:59 PM UTC
Open Book- A Letter to Myself
not punishing myself for having emotions but forcing myself not to so sensitive- a sticky gooey bleeding heart like a licked melted lollipop, my heart weighs in my chest my source of conscience and also guilt I cant decide if I can go on being so open I don't want to lose my compassion but I don't want to die keeping it ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ can I keep one thing to myself is it so hard to be happy with just knowing myself I find joy in giving and sharing but not in receiving and keeping -that is going to hurt me one day it seems as though I cannot find any answers within myself is that so hard to do answer one question about myself even the important one who am I the street lamp shines on the pavement in my mind and I watch through my window wishing I could share the view with someone else ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ who could ever love someone who is so unsure of herself and so sensitive I'm so sensitive I fear real emotional commitment why cant I just untie the knot in my chest when did I tie it in the first place I plead it to loosen bleeding fingers prying back the ribbon but it is too tight and it has been there so long that the fabric folds in on itself at each curve almost as if its a ball of ice but for it to be ice it would have to be cold and my chest roasts under a fire of emotion that is constantly stoked so the ice would surely melt I don't want an empty cavern with cobwebs and stalagmites frozen, reaching up for a heart that disappeared long ago but I cannot handler the fire in my stomach burning the lining of my chest and climbing up my throat using the cartilage rings in my esophagus as a ladder to my head
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