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Atticus Jan 2020
She asked me once why no one loved her
She told me to describe what I found beautiful about her

How could I put into words the extent to which I loved her
So instead I kept my mouth shut

The expression on her face was one of disappointment, deflated even

If I could go back now and start over I would tell her that she is the ocean, uncontrolled and unpredictable

I would say that when she bit her bottom lip jackrabbits would start a frenzied dance inside my stomach

I would tell her that I loved the crows-feet by her eyes that crinkled with joy when I told corny jokes

But I can't go back so I sit in this dark room that I call my mind
thinking of all the times where I could've said I love you and I didn't
Atticus Jan 2020
I am a river that's flooding
Too full overflowing with unshed tears

I am a fire-damaged tree
Unpredictable and prone to falling easily

I am a dead car on the side of the road
Sapped of all energy and motivation, tiring too easily

I am a half glass of water
Both too full and too empty at the same time

I am too much for my family

Too much for my friends

Too much for myself

So I internalize what's inside
My heart is heavy
  Dec 2019 Atticus
atticus wilson
That state
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                           Stop
  Dec 2019 Atticus
SophiaAtlas
If someone
Does not want me,
It's not the end of the world.
But
If I do not want me,
The world is nothing but ending.
Atticus Dec 2019
I wish I were as gorgeous as her,
I'm her opposite

Rib cage like a python
Too pale

Frozen hands
Continuous tremors

I know I shouldn't eat
I'll feel guilty later

"You look great!", they say
I don't feel great

I feel empty
A hole inside my chest

The hunger pains progressing
I'm ok

Just a few more
Atticus Dec 2019
I drip viscous honey from my lips
Soothing those who are broken

But when does the honey run out?
I feel as if manuka isn't always enough

When the hole inside of someone is all-consuming
When it cannot be filled

When a person fills the void with acrid bitter substances
Chasing the euphoria

We walk through life with honey dripping from our lips
  Sep 2019 Atticus
Liam Hunter
Yes,

At times she was the fierceness of a storm
but when need be
She could hold the tears of a generation
on her fingertips

and separate
love, from sadness,
pull pain, from dreams,

and sew them together

into a life.
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