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Aislinn Vesper Jun 2022
You
I wish you saw yourself as I see you.
I wish you could feel what I feel when I am with you.
You are mesmerizing.
In so many ways.
You are perfect.
There isn’t one thing I would change.
Because it’s you.
Everything what makes you You
Should never disappear.
Aislinn Vesper Jun 2022
...but why does it only feel right when it hurts.
Aislinn Vesper May 2022
I wonder when it happened.
When was the breakthrough.
When I started to feel nothing.

From what I can remember
I could feel happiness.
But I don’t remember how it felt.
Last months I don’t remember much.
I forget so easily, everything.

I believe it can appear again.
Somehow, one day.
The emptiness will start feeling less empty.
Less invisible.

When I was younger I barely had any bad thoughts.
If you don’t know things the reality can’t hit you.
But once you get to know them
They will haunt you.
Forever.

Like air going through your lungs.
You think you need it.
But in reality it’s just dust stopping you from breathing.
It doesn’t matter where you are.
Even where the air the clearest.
You will breath the dust.
Aislinn Vesper Feb 2022
Isn’t life too short to pretend you like it?
Aislinn Vesper Jan 2022
I find it interesting
how pleasing words are
when you are down.
How beautiful they feel
when you are empty.
How fullfiling it is,
when touch the letters.
How safe it is
to write it down.
How bizarre
when you realize
you are only honest
when nobody is looking.
How you lie even to yourself
and when it comes to truth
you write it where no one will see it.

Are you scared?
Scared to tell them
because the thoughts are deep, strange, painful.
Scared to know they know
because it might scare them.
How broken you are.
So you are here,
writing it down,
letting it out
and then you go back,
to your head.
Aislinn Vesper Dec 2021
Happiness, what  is that?
A feeling, state of mind
or just transient thought trough your mind.

I hope it picks a person
and then goes to another
and another, till it makes a circle.
One day, it will reach me.
It has to... right?

Maybe it just lost its way.
Maybe it got stuck.
Maybe I just need a little luck.
Maybe Im not part of the circle.

I guess it is like a game.
You play and I,
but there is only one winner.
There is no blame,
no fear,
but no patience either.
I waited for too long,
but it doesnt go along
with anything I do.

I wonder how it feels.
Is it like a garden?
It tickles your nose
touches your hand
helps you stand
navigate you through the life.

It´s like waiting at a bus stop,
right after the last bus leaves.
It´s like standing in a rain
after you put the dress on.
It´s like looking at a candle,
with the last match you just broke.
It´s like looking at someone
who will never look at you.
Aislinn Vesper Oct 2021
You would say life is how you make it,
but I dont agree.
Sometimes you can try your hardest
and still feel on a ground,
not able to get up, not able to see.

There are times,
when I dont see light.
Sometimes, just one sparkle would be enough.
Thats what makes me hold on.
Life is not always bad but often it is.

I guess what makes it good is the feeling.
Being important, being pretty, being active.
Being enough and still be you.

I remember times when I didnt think of
not being enough.
I was a kid who didnt have a reason to feel that way.
But as I was growing up,
all the things around me,
make me feel like giving up,
on everything I want to be.

I dont know, is it reversible?
I always try my hardest in everything I do.
I try to be the best student,
the best friend,
the best girlfriend.
But all I feel like is fail because
everytime I turn around,
some things just disappear.
Why they cannot just be good I ask.
Why?
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