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Sep 2017 unnamed

Elysia

Yours, Mine, Theirs.
Eyes, here and everywhere.

Your eyes tell stories
that can never be foretold,
the deception it writes
only for you to hold.

The blue of your vibrant lens
electrically conversing to me,
striking and intricate
in its details to be free;

Where trapped thoughts and mindless actions
dispute in a ring,
in the rims
of those multicoloured Siamese Twins.

With every emotion,
your daunting colours change,
from storm grey to rose gold,
I ponder to your range.

There's everything in me,
from what I see in you;
except the burning red compassion
for the love I held you through.

I think I got bored in class and started scribbling stuff. This is that stuff.

#eyes #poem #bored

Sep 2017 unnamed

Shrink

Sep 2017 unnamed

Madilynn

Shrink

When the man on the corner gives you looks
While you're walking home from school
You will learn to shrink into yourself.

When the boys at school talk about your body
As if you're not sitting right there
You will act as if you've disappeared,
And when you come back
You will no longer know the difference between a compliment
And another degrading word.

When the person you trusted most,
The one who was supposed to save you,
Took the definition of respect
And replaced it with a sense of paranoia,
And a fear of human touch.
You will forget who you are.

Shrink.
Shrink.
Shrink.
The silence will taste bad on your tongue
As will the laughter in their mouths.
Shrink.
Shrink.
Shrink.
Until you no longer have a body made for love
Instead hate.

#sexualabuse #abuse #sad #**** #feminist

Sep 2017 unnamed

homebound

Sep 2017 unnamed

lionness

homebound

moonlights rests in the
knots of your spine.

a silent type of
magic,
you are.

you shed your skin,
your scars, your stories
handing them over
to the lifeless,
prosaic masses
that have watched your
every move for
twenty long years.
you say to them,
"here,
you can have this,
i don't want it
anymore."
.
you grow wings where
wounds once lived,

they cut audibly through
the air as you take flight.

eyes all speckled
with latent constellations.

homebound,
you are.

#healing #recovery

Sep 2017 unnamed

the thought of you

Sep 2017 unnamed

chasing rain

the thought of you

i am in love with you.

i am in love with the way
your eyes
curl into crescent shapes
when you’re happy.

i am in love with the way
your laugh
rings through my ears
like wind chimes on a breezy spring day.

i am in love with the way
your cold hands
fit into my warm ones,

and how you look at me
with reassurance i need
when i’m ready to burst into tears.

but i cannot love you
the way you want me to.

(let me explain myself.)

i am in love with the
thought
of you.

i am in love with the
concept
of you.

i am not in love
with
you.

i love you,
my dearest friend.

i do not love you
as my partner.

and i cannot love you
the way you love me.

i cannot give myself completely to you
because i am not
in love.

(and i never will be.)

—and for that, i am sorry

#love #platonic #friendship #anxiety #aromantic

Sep 2017 unnamed

(my) signs of depression

Sep 2017 unnamed

sophia

(my) signs of depression

long hair cut short.
apology after apology.
jackets often worn,
if not, sweaters or
long-sleeved tops.
anti-social,
not because
i hate people,
but i fear they hate me.
isolation in my bed,
sometimes,
panic attacks
in the bathroom.
constant overthinking,
whether 3 am or 3 pm.
scribbles thoughts
into poems,
but hides them.
pushes away,
even though i want
to pull them closer.

just a few sentences on (my) signs of depression.

#depression #anxiety #overthinking #hurt #pain #heartbreak #sad