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Do you even care?
Everytime i came to you
Pushing me away
Right when i needed you most
Easily hurt by you
Stop torturing me
Stop using me
Im done getting hurt
Optimism is no longer real
Never trusting you again
There is one lesson you taught me
Sticks out more than the rest
And that is to love myself at my worst
Not only when I am my best
Its okay to be a work in progress
 Aug 2018 Verbatim Lynnie
Triste
<3
 Aug 2018 Verbatim Lynnie
Triste
<3
You are a breeze
That storms my heart
And in the rubble of things
I always find my pieces
Then I look at you
And my wreckage is rescued
 Aug 2018 Verbatim Lynnie
Bethie
"I wish the rain would pass us by,"
They say as droplets fall from high
I nod my head as if to say
I think so too, but as it may
I love the rain, the life it gives
The way it makes me want to live
Inside my head, so deep inside
I murmer out an "I don't mind,"

"This freezing cold is hard to bear,"
They say with hats upon their hair
I smile back, pretend to be
What they seem to expect of me
But where the cold is colder still
Inside my mind, the freezing chill
I whisper back my icy side
"But I don't mind, no, I don't mind,"

"I can't stand when I'm all alone,"
They cry out with a striking moan
I laugh inside but nod my head
(Their trifling ways are better fed)
This time I whisper oh so slight
An, "I don't mind, no I don't mind,"

These people, they don't understand
That life does not go as it's planned
And we can choose our path we take
And sometimes ones that we don't make
So take your path, and you will find
That you don't mind, no, you don't mind
i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically
you?

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.
 Aug 2018 Verbatim Lynnie
lauren
You are hell-bent,
nostalgic of the stitch in my stomach
and the simple repetition of my words.
A different season,
the same fears,
unknown intentions.
A lovers kiss feels like your drunken mistakes.
Fight-or-flight
perfectly masked underneath sarcasm and closed eyes.
On Monday we met, our eyes fixated on one another, eager to know more
On Tuesday we talked, twiddling our thumbs, fidgeting in our seats, pondering on the right things to say
On Wednesday we hugged, your arms held me close, heartbeats in sync, I felt myself floating
On Thursday we kissed, our lips gravitated towards each other, like the moon and the sea, the connection was natural
On Friday we confessed, three little words wrapped around our ears,
forever tattooed in our minds
On Saturday you disappeared, no note, no call, no text
not a trace of you left that I could still hold on to
On Sunday I cried, my heart still beats, but never the same way,
would you ever give me a reason if I ever asked "Why?"
Just a cheeky poem about first love... :P
Constructive  Criticism and feedback is welcomed and appreciated :)
I hope I'll be bold enough one day
To share my secrets and share my pain
so that I will no longer feel
heavy
Maybe the day I share my pain
is the day the sea will hold my hand
not to punish me but to drown my sorrows
and wash the old away
One day, I'll arise anew and let go of the sea's hand
so that I can walk with Happiness instead
Make this heart of stone soft-river its way to freedom
Because all I dream to be is
light
All feedback, comments and critique are appreciated.
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