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Poet Mar 31

Think about it
Think about the waves that hit the shore
Then think about the ones that don’t
The ones that collapse before they reach the sand
The white tipped sea of icy fabric
It falls back into the ocean
It’s not special anymore
It’s not seen
And that hurts more than ever before
Because it used to be

Poet Mar 31

The hurt

Sometimes we don’t realize it
But the hurt is there
It’s like the fire alarm you can’t turn off
You pull out the batteries but the beeping persists
You smash it against wall after wall
But it won’t end
You find the best way to cope is shoving it under your pillow
Though it’s heard the most when you try to sleep at night
At day
At noon
Every time you head hits the pillow the noise echos in your ear
Soon you forget about it
It’s faded into the background
But then
Someone tears the pillow to shreds
And you break

Poet Mar 31

cheesy movies

you know those cheesy movie lines?
the ones where they say follow your heart?
well i have a question to ask the masochistic people who created that line
how unbroken do you have to be
to think our hearts are whole enough
to think they are sound enough
not to wonder
which piece to follow

Poet Mar 31

Person

we all have that person
the one that helps you shine
the person who pays attention to you
but you always ask
who would pay attention to the moon?
thats what you are, arent you?
the person everyone is too busy for
in the shadow of the popular sun
so you cut ties
you hurt that person
the one that payed attention
the one that helped you shine
then you start to feel dull
its started to hurt worse than ever before
then you wonder
if they helped me shine, they must be the sun.
but no darling
they became that darkness around you
they made themselves dull
imperfect
dark
all to make YOU shine

Poet Mar 31

Sincerely…

breathe
do you feel your lungs expanding?
do you feel you chest rising?
open
open your eyes
do you see the sun?
the moon?
the stars?
the clouds?
all of them were made for you
you
wonderful
       beautiful
                lovely
                                           YOU
sincerely,
someone who cares

Poet Mar 30

Mourn me

It’s almost like I can feel it
The cracks on my heart
Like they decided to bloom on my skin too
Like I can see the fissures growing
Spreading across my bruised skin
Like every word they say grinds salt into them
They say “sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me”
But what if the only thing I can’t dodge are the things they say?
What if no matter what I do
I can’t breathe through it?
It’s like every time my lungs fill with air I’m disappointed
Disappointed that I need to get through another day
That I need to wake up and “deal with it”
I don’t WANT to deal with it
I NEED someone to stand with me
To shoulder my weight of my world
To tell me I’m not alone
To show me the air filling my lungs matters
That somebody would care if I go
That somebody would mourn ME
ME
ME
ME
Alone
Miserable
Pessimistic
ME
Then I woke up
They only exist in the books, poet
They’re not REAL

Poet Mar 30

Hand

Do you know that feeling?
When you know you’re drowning
When you know your undoing everything
When you know you’ll have to start faking a smile
When it’s stopped coming naturally
Do you know that feeling?
When you feel yourself flailing but it’s not because you want to be saved
It’s because you don’t want to flail on your own
You want it to end
Just with somebody holding your hand