stella-fitzgerald - Hello Poetry

are you good at this it happened when you leaned in for the kiss by the trees we were in the outline of the forest and you knew what I wanted you I loved you like I had always wanted to love someone and I thought this was what it was all about that I could leave behind the other aspects of my life we would always have each other right? so why am I here? standing like a homeless person on the corner of anxiety and depression begging you to come back because when I lost you I lost me I gave up everything for you and you just gave me up like catching a fish and releasing it I never thought that being left would feel like this I feel hopeless like a tidal wave has ripped through my life and took everything I had to sea it took you from me I want you back I want the tide to roll back in with you but I can't love you anymore because you left my friends say you ruined me in hushed tones when I leave the table the sad part is I agree with them I think I should have known that someone who kisses so well must kiss often must want to practice with other girls but you don't have to practice leaving you are good at that

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Nov 7, 2014

Nov 7, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC

are you good at this

are you good at this it happened when you leaned in for the kiss by the trees we were in the outline of the forest and you knew what I wanted you I loved you like I had always wanted to love someone and I thought this was what it was all about that I could leave behind the other aspects of my life we would always have each other right? so why am I here? standing like a homeless person on the corner of anxiety and depression begging you to come back because when I lost you I lost me I gave up everything for you and you just gave me up like catching a fish and releasing it I never thought that being left would feel like this I feel hopeless like a tidal wave has ripped through my life and took everything I had to sea it took you from me I want you back I want the tide to roll back in with you but I can't love you anymore because you left my friends say you ruined me in hushed tones when I leave the table the sad part is I agree with them I think I should have known that someone who kisses so well must kiss often must want to practice with other girls but you don't have to practice leaving you are good at that

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on my seventeenth birthday you said you were gonna stick around so I thought that meant forever that we were as good as bound but where are you now on the day my brother left you said you would never hurt me that we will be good for each other just you wait and see but where are you now when we had our first fight you said that our fight was a good thing and I had learned to believe you so your praises I would still sing but where are you now on the day you said goodbye you said I was holding you back that you needed some time you promised you were coming back but where are you now on the day you had been gone a month he said I was beautiful and told me a joke now you are coming back but he already fixed the heart you broke thats where I am now

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Oct 8, 2014

Oct 8, 2014 at 12:03 AM UTC

where I am now

on my seventeenth birthday you said you were gonna stick around so I thought that meant forever that we were as good as bound but where are you now on the day my brother left you said you would never hurt me that we will be good for each other just you wait and see but where are you now when we had our first fight you said that our fight was a good thing and I had learned to believe you so your praises I would still sing but where are you now on the day you said goodbye you said I was holding you back that you needed some time you promised you were coming back but where are you now on the day you had been gone a month he said I was beautiful and told me a joke now you are coming back but he already fixed the heart you broke thats where I am now

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that was the day I set sail that was the day I said goodbye before the day of my shipwreck before the day I closed my eyes to die you see I thought you would miss me when I set sail when I left for the sea and now here I lie on the ocean floor waiting for the tide to be kind enough to wash me up onto the shore but now I see I dont know how to make you miss me because now I know you never did love me

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Oct 6, 2014

Oct 6, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC

I thought you would miss me

that was the day I set sail that was the day I said goodbye before the day of my shipwreck before the day I closed my eyes to die you see I thought you would miss me when I set sail when I left for the sea and now here I lie on the ocean floor waiting for the tide to be kind enough to wash me up onto the shore but now I see I dont know how to make you miss me because now I know you never did love me

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I once read (as I often do) That every seven years your cells regenerate (making you basically new) I used to think it was cool (when I still had you) But now I am afraid (I am terrified) I want to be that old person again (the one that you recognized) Because if you don't recognize me (who will)

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Oct 6, 2014

Oct 6, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC

do you recognize me?

I once read (as I often do) That every seven years your cells regenerate (making you basically new) I used to think it was cool (when I still had you) But now I am afraid (I am terrified) I want to be that old person again (the one that you recognized) Because if you don't recognize me (who will)

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My grandfather built a canoe when I was young A handmade wooden canoe A canoe thats never been used He built that old canoe in an end of life crisis A crisis brought on by quitting smoking Now he lives in a home for people just like him People who don't know they're in a home And now he remembers that old canoe But he doesn't know my name How many people are jealous of canoes And now I have to wonder if he made the wrong choice The choice he made when he quit smoking Because I would rather die of rotting lungs Than live on while my brain rots

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Oct 6, 2014

Oct 6, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC

That Old Canoe

My grandfather built a canoe when I was young A handmade wooden canoe A canoe thats never been used He built that old canoe in an end of life crisis A crisis brought on by quitting smoking Now he lives in a home for people just like him People who don't know they're in a home And now he remembers that old canoe But he doesn't know my name How many people are jealous of canoes And now I have to wonder if he made the wrong choice The choice he made when he quit smoking Because I would rather die of rotting lungs Than live on while my brain rots

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I loathe fighting with my entire being. Maybe because I have never really been in a fight just observed my parents, my friends, everyone around me and watched as the tension built and built and built making me feel as small as a child and as powerless too. People don’t understand the consequences of their actions, I don’t understand people. But, I understand fights. Words are like slingshots catapulting friendships into dangerous territories the words you say sometimes you mean them, sometimes you don’t and it’s the words you mean that are the worst. Those are the words you can’t take back. And what I understand about fights taught me this. A fight is like a symphony it builds and builds until its deafeningly loud, and then its quiet, and there is nothing left leaving its audience unbearably sad and at a loss.

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Oct 6, 2014

Oct 6, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC

But I Understand Fights

I loathe fighting with my entire being. Maybe because I have never really been in a fight just observed my parents, my friends, everyone around me and watched as the tension built and built and built making me feel as small as a child and as powerless too. People don’t understand the consequences of their actions, I don’t understand people. But, I understand fights. Words are like slingshots catapulting friendships into dangerous territories the words you say sometimes you mean them, sometimes you don’t and it’s the words you mean that are the worst. Those are the words you can’t take back. And what I understand about fights taught me this. A fight is like a symphony it builds and builds until its deafeningly loud, and then its quiet, and there is nothing left leaving its audience unbearably sad and at a loss.

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