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always the child
who never got appreciated
just an unwanted child
trying her hardest
to be the perfect one—
just once.
trying her hardest
to be appreciated,
dying to hear:
“you did a great job,”
“the dish you cooked was very nice,”
“i’m proud of you,”
“you scored 98% in maths,”
“i’m proud of my daughter.”
she just wanted
to be loved.
to be seen.
to be appreciated.
I've been so good, I've been helpful and friendly,
I've been so good, Why am I feeling empty?
I've been so good, I've been so good this year,
I've been so good, But it's still getting harder,
I've been so good, where the heck is my karma?
I've been so good, I've been so good this year.
Adam, Jack, and Ryan Metzger,
Karma, 2019
I hardly think about you
Except when the music plays
And I realize that no one else
In the whole wide world
Knows the lyrics
But us...
Once or twice a day is not that much, after all...
I am caught, in your eye,
and I drown, in your tectonic wave.
You rattle, intimately,
for me, and shake...

You shift,
minutely,
soundlessly,

collapsing, into sprawling patterns,
into formulaic strains, of madness.
Then you madden, me, as you cascade,
into beautiful, and brilliant shades:

Your Rorschach mosaics,
in prismatic hues.
Each gemlike, facet, of YOU, that is you...

Burning out my gaze,
with your radiance,
as you irradiate...

I'd give anything...to label each color,
that infuses, your face...

Scattering trickles of light,
and roseate shapes...

as if your soul,
were a treasure trove,
of the most precious jewels.

Your vibrant emeralds...
your smoky citrines...
your sapphire blues...
your ruby reds,
and your royal amethysts, too

You twist, in my hands...
and, under the light,
I turn, and return, too,
if only to seek,
a fleeting glimpse...of you.
 Jul 10 Vayla Hemingway
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it’s sad to say
that nowadays
a smile
is more often
used
to hide depression
rather than
express
happiness.
When life falls apart,
Why are my feet glued to the floor?
BPD
I want to believe in steady things,
but even my own reflection changes
when I look too long.
Are you here?
Do you love me?
Will you stay?
I ask without asking,
watching for the answer
in the way your hands move,
the way your breath hesitates before a word.

I know I feel too much,
ask too much,
but the silence between us is louder
than anything I could say.
So I fill it.
With words, with fear, with love—
all spilling over,
all too much,
all at once.

And still, I wonder, if it’s enough.
after a really long time
i could dream
i could smile in my dream
i could really live
#r
I am unworthy of your affection.
So don't try to convince me that
I feel at home in your embrace                                      
Because at the end of every arduous day,
I am overwhelmed by loneliness and doubt.
And I'm not going to say that
every shared moment lights up my soul.
So rest assured, I will remind myself
that our conversations echo with emptiness
And nothing you say makes me believe,
I am the one you deeply cherish
Because no matter the trials we face,
I struggle with the fear of distance between us.
And I am in no position to accept that
our connection defies time and space.
Because whenever I ponder our union,
Am I destined to be embraced by love?
❤️Love is everywhere. You just need to have the right perspective to feel it. ❤️
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