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Anna Melody Jan 2018
"Someday, I'll be treated like a grown-up."
"Someday, we'll be married."
"Someday, I'll finally have it all."
But, what is this "Someday" everybody talks about?
Longs for?
Waits and prays for?
Does "Someday" even exist?
Why not live for now?
Live for today, not someday.
Maybe to human race just made it up to give themselves hope.
And a goal... Something to live for.
But what happens if "Someday" really comes?
What will happen after that?
What's next?
Has any person lived long enough to tell the tale of this "Someday"?
And if anyone has, will they be so kind as to tell me when?
Anna Melody May 2019
Where did it go all wrong?
Where did our sincerity go?
When did we stop caring?
Where did all the love go?
I used to count flower petals and rocks
Now I count calories and stop before I get to a thousand.
He used to play outside and climb trees
Now he can't get out of bed because the weight of his depression is holding him hostage.
We used to talk and ask how we were feeling and would tackle our problems together.
Now when we ask “ how are you?” we pray that they just say, “I’m doing good.” So we don't have to act like we care.
She used to love ponies and computer games, we would play until dark.
Now she enters loveless relationships and waits for her to break her before she feels like she can leave and find someone new.
When did the world change?
When did we decide to grow up?
Anna Melody Sep 2018
I often wonder what becomes of the stars that die.
Where do they go?
Because I don't like the thought of them burning or becoming a black hole.
I like the hugely romanticized version where they fall and become a shooting star to grant one more wish of a lonely person who still hoped that stars do grant wishes to those who believe hard enough.
Anna Melody Dec 2018
You are worried that I cannot live without him,
The thing is though that I can.
But why would I want to?

Why would I want to live without his smile?
Without his laugh?
The way he looks at me,
Like I am the only star in the sky.
Why would I want to live without him?
His gentle nature,
The firm way he holds me when I’m alseep.
He tucks me into his bed which he tells me will someday be ours.
And whispers to me that 2019?
That is going to be our year.
While he kisses me on the forehead and giggles like a little boy filled with joy.
Why would I want to love anyone else?
He shows me his demons and I show him mine.
He tells that he loves me anyway.
If something ever happened, and he left me like you did.
Would I make it without him?
Yes.
But the point is, why would I have too?
you
Anna Melody Jan 2018
you
“I’ll see you in six months. I promise.”

Well, it's been 7 years.
Anna Melody May 2019
You, my love, have the stars in your eyes.
You're a dreamer,
A fighter,
A warrior.
You have been through hell and back,
Yet you speak with so much grace
Your smile alone makes flowers bloom.
You make the stars shine.
Anna Melody May 2018
You tell me that you are going through hell.

I nod

I tell you that I am going through my own hell too

You look at me and laugh

You say to me, "Show me, show me your wounds."

But I can't.

You shut me down

If I show them then everything I am working towards will only

d i s a p p e a r

So instead I shake my head and agree

Because I can't tell you that my hell is bad too

Yours is the only one worth crying for.

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