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Dear hurting girl,

Your skin is not for cutting. Your life is not for ending. Your body is not for hating. Savor yourself. Look at yourself in the mirror and be proud of what you see staring back at you.

Mar 2019 BlueRosePoet

Further From Me

Mar 2019 BlueRosePoet

Lye

Further From Me

Driving
Normal day
I see a white car
Like yours
I look inside
Eyes lock
Realization
I know
You saw me
My eyes pleading
For you to come home
But as quickly as you appeared
Outside my window
The car sped past
And you
Went further and further
Away from me

I saw my dad in his car the other day while I was driving with my mom. That was the first time I've seen him in what, a month? Still haven't heard anything from him.

Mar 2019 BlueRosePoet

Dear Hurting Girl (#4)

Mar 2019 BlueRosePoet

Lye

Dear Hurting Girl (#4)

Dear hurting girl,

Feeling things does not make you weak. The thing that makes us women so strong is that we have the ability to express our emotions. That is the greatest power there is.

Mar 2019 BlueRosePoet

Endless Loop of Never-Changing Life

Mar 2019 BlueRosePoet

Lye

Endless Loop of Never-Changing Life

If life really is all about change,
Then why hasn’t my situation changed?
It’s been like this for almost a year
Why is it still the same old thing,
Over and over again?
Am I just in an endless loop
Of pain?
Perhaps.
I guess I’ll just have to deal with it.

Dealing with it is hard.

Mar 2019 BlueRosePoet

Beach Eyes

Mar 2019 BlueRosePoet

Lye

Beach Eyes

She has beach eyes
A hazel ring in the center,
The golden sand
A grayish blue surrounding it
The ocean
And finally
The deep turquoise line around the edge
The line that marries the sky and the sea
Together in a beautiful way
Her gorgeous
Beach eyes
Bore into mine
As we sit and watch the sun
Set over the ocean
Darkness falls
But it doesn’t matter
Because I still have those eyes
To look at when the sky turns dark
When the sea is no longer a royal blue
And the sun has set beneath it

My friend told me once that that is what my eyes looked like.

Mar 2019 BlueRosePoet

Longing for Tulips

Mar 2019 BlueRosePoet

Lye

Longing for Tulips

The tulips of my old life
Used to bloom each spring
And though I love my new life,
I have found myself longing
For those tulips,
But most of all,
I have found myself longing
For a family home
A mother, a father
A sister a brother,
“The perfect mixture”
I thought.
Not so perfect after all, I guess

I miss the beauty of them, they may have been one of the only beauties of that life.

Mar 2019 BlueRosePoet

Dear Hurting Girl (#5)

Mar 2019 BlueRosePoet

Lye

Dear Hurting Girl (#5)

Dear hurting girl,

Dance like nobody’s watching. Sing like everyone in the room is deaf. Be who you are, no matter the consequences. Be perfectly imperfect you.

I’m starting to really enjoy writing these.