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Callamasttia Apr 2019
I never liked my name
And they say everyone's the same
But you came along and
I just couldn't believe it then
The way you say it
The way you pronounce it
The way you change the pace of it
When I was a child I always dreamed with the day I would be able to change it
Now my stomach goes crazy when your mouth has my name in it
Callamasttia Mar 2019
Reading random poetry
Feels like a hundred people screaming
Some are in pain
Some are beaming
One got me laughing
One got me thinking
Something makes me nostalgic
Some so good and still so basic
I just know poetry tastes likes nothing else
Forever the shelter flavor I will choose to dwell

- If only poetry had the same attention as TV shows, I would be able to know many more worlds.
Callamasttia Mar 2019
Sometimes I'm in such a need of love
That I'll take even the much
That just ain't enough

-I never can tell when I'm accepting less than I deserve.
Callamasttia Mar 2019
What if I'm not the Storm
What if I'm the Devil?
Callamasttia Feb 2019
I never decide,
either I wanna go out
or spend my day doing nothing inside.
I never decide
do I wanna live?
or do I wanna die?
I never decide
it is worthy prioritizing your
instead of my own smile?
I never decide
one day I think it will be the death of me
the next the reason why I'll make it out alive
I never decide,
and being honest I know I'll never do
and I guess this is good
cause it would be a lie if I had all the asnwers and knew all the truth.

- When you have all the answers, don't all the question become stupid?
Callamasttia Feb 2019
I know I shouldn't feel like this
But knowing I shouldn't feel like this
And not feeling it
Are two edges
So        far        
                        from     each
                                                      other
Callamasttia Feb 2019
Dry
How strange is that
I have been holding on "keeping it together" for such a long time
That when I allowed myself to break down tears in my eyes I didn't find
I have spent so much time holding back my cry
That now my emotions are like a bird who had been caged for far too long to know how to fly

- I thought not crying was "keeping it together", didn't know holding back would make my inside turn into dry weather.
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