tlhago - Hello Poetry

you write out all your hurt feelings and people call it beautiful

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Mar 23, 2016

Mar 23, 2016 at 8:52 PM UTC

you write out all your hurt feelings and people call it beautiful

last night i managed to write something in the book you bought me your name has never looked so pretty on my wrist and inner thigh it evoked feelings i thought i had lost fresh blood trickled down to the floor i wondered if you still knew my name i promised myself i wouldn't do this again or remembered the colour of my eyes between my heart and my brain, one betrayed me and how shiny they were when you left this is the last time i'm ever picking up an pen and paper the lies i tell myself at 3am when i can't seem to fall asleep

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Mar 3, 2016

Mar 3, 2016 at 5:03 PM UTC

the lies i tell myself at 3am

last night i managed to write something in the book you bought me your name has never looked so pretty on my wrist and inner thigh it evoked feelings i thought i had lost fresh blood trickled down to the floor i wondered if you still knew my name i promised myself i wouldn't do this again or remembered the colour of my eyes between my heart and my brain, one betrayed me and how shiny they were when you left this is the last time i'm ever picking up an pen and paper the lies i tell myself at 3am when i can't seem to fall asleep

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people call you "strong" just so they can use you as a shoulder to cry on, they expect you to never break, to be strong for THEM and that is a special kind of evil; they expect you to give up pieces of yourself to build them up when they're crumbling as if you are destined to be a monument to human fragility; they are baffled when you turn cold and dark as a pile of stone but your true destiny is that of a volcano; lying dormant, cold and lifeless for millennia - a day will come when you release all you are all your ever was and all you ever will be; they will write poems and songs about the day you revealed your strength to be your weakness YOU MADE ME THIS WAY YOU MADE ME THIS WAY YOU MADE ME THIS WAY like thunder you roar YOU MADE ME THIS WAY you drown out all their moaning and sniffles and brush them off your shoulder for good; "but you are so cold" they will say, YOU MADE ME THIS WAY you, you made me this way

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Feb 8, 2016

Feb 8, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC

you, you made me this way

people call you "strong" just so they can use you as a shoulder to cry on, they expect you to never break, to be strong for THEM and that is a special kind of evil; they expect you to give up pieces of yourself to build them up when they're crumbling as if you are destined to be a monument to human fragility; they are baffled when you turn cold and dark as a pile of stone but your true destiny is that of a volcano; lying dormant, cold and lifeless for millennia - a day will come when you release all you are all your ever was and all you ever will be; they will write poems and songs about the day you revealed your strength to be your weakness YOU MADE ME THIS WAY YOU MADE ME THIS WAY YOU MADE ME THIS WAY like thunder you roar YOU MADE ME THIS WAY you drown out all their moaning and sniffles and brush them off your shoulder for good; "but you are so cold" they will say, YOU MADE ME THIS WAY you, you made me this way

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i know you i have seen you the real you the one you hide from everyone the poetry in your notebook that is the real you and my dear you are beautiful

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Jan 20, 2016

Jan 20, 2016 at 7:50 AM UTC

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