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thenonpoet
19/F sick of being poised
you get one day to cry but tomorrow it’s time to fix your crown
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Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 8:20 PM UTC
i’m proud of you.
i don't know what happened to you i don't know what happened to us what i did wrong what i did for you to walk off into your new life and leave me in the dark so many have told me to forget about you that i deserve someone better someone that will make me happy for the rest of my days and maybe they're right honestly i couldn't tell you back then all i knew is some moments i had a fire burning bright and hot in my soul my hate burning up my despair which seemed to have no end but some moments under the cover of night when the world got quiet and it was only me and the stars i thought back on our happy moments the few that we were able to steal for ourselves and i couldn't help but smile at those precious memories some of which i knew i would treasure forever and i couldn't help but think that you were the only person who would ever understand me and that i would only ever find happiness in the messed up way i found it with you it's funny isn't it? you betrayed me you just disappeared without a word even though you promised you never would and yet i think i forgive you
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Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 10:24 PM UTC
questions
you say you’re not a poet but with a girl like that, how could you speak anything less than the stars? -a.c.b
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Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 6:39 AM UTC
“not a poet”
Artists are often broken people using the fragments of themselves to create something new and although being healed feels so complete sometimes i want to be broken again sometimes i want open wounds so i can use the blood to paint sunsets so i can use the torn off pieces of skin as a canvas so i can carve masterpieces with the jagged bones left behind but I can't bring myself to break my own heart in the name of Art
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Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 8:58 PM UTC
I am no Artist (right now)
my mom thinks it’s a hickey on my neck and i’d rather her think that than know it’s from your fingers clamping my throat shut with rage
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Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 5:25 PM UTC
abuse
you wake up his hair is spilled across the pillow, the sun slants across his cheekbone and his breath is slow and even. he smells like an open field and his body is wrapped around yours so he keeps you warm. you think, there is no moment better than this, that he is too perfect to exist. but you wake up gasping, skin soaked in sweat. you lie there for a long time, in your completely empty bed.
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
the absence of color
in the beginning the sun met the moon and she instantly fell in love the story of the universe was yet uncertain but their romance was written in the stars he was quiet and cool to her fire and passion the perfect dichotomy to the cosmos and beyond but as it is said for anything everything that can go wrong, will go wrong and the sun and moon were ripped apart only joined together briefly during those moments of dawn and dusk but even that didn't stop them from loving from afar
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Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC
sun + moon
the words spilled from her mouth here i sit, as my best friend, tells me you have another. i shouldn’t care. but i do. no matter how hard i try, the poetry for you in which i write, never ceases. it just keeps pouring out of my soul. it sometimes seems as if, the poetry i write for you is what keeps my heart beating. what keeps me breathing. but now, what am i supposed to do? her? seriously? do you think she will love you? do you really think she will love you? please tell me. it’s hard to think of you with another because we used to be so in love with each other. it’s been a long time since we last spoke, but it feels as if all the memories of us i have were just made yesterday. you have another. who will never, ever, love you in the way i could. but my question for you is, will you love her in the way you could towards me?
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Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC
he has a girlfriend
i feel myself awaken from this syrup-like slumber i rub my eyes and look around sighing that there's another day ahead i remember feeling your presence in my dreams but i don't remember you speaking or trying to get close to me i don't even remember you being there at all but nonetheless, i still felt you there and that's the saddest thing of all, i think because you no longer think of me let alone dream
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Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 6:48 AM UTC
ghost