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She was different
because of the stars in her eyes.
She was different
because the universe was her playground.
She was different
because the sun was her crown.

The planets surrounded her
and served her in grace.
Full aware of her beauty and excellence,
still she did the unthinkable.
She robbed the moon from me
leaving an empty sky to play with

She was different
because she didn't care.
The hungry beast.
She left me alone
For a couple of weeks;
She had left me in liberty

She has now set herself free

She's the invisible spider
Crawling all over my body.
She's the magical monster
Climbing inside of me.


I dread the nights,
I put up a fight;
Insomnia likes to cheat

She promises an hour
That hour becomes *eight

The sun leaves me blinded
I'm not ready for today...
Tonight
I've been denied my right
To a peaceful, wonderful sleep.

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Inspired by Olufunke Kolapo's take on insomnia.. and ofcourse, a wide-eyed night.
Im the victim of imperfection
The definition of needy
The essence of annoying
And the meaning of depressing

Im not wanted
Needed
Or asked for
This world doesnt fit me
And Loving me is a chore

I am broken
Injured
Cracked
But content at the same time
Plauged with a ****** up state of mind
And the lie that "I'm fine"

I'm ****** up
Annoying
And not of sound mind

So who would ever love me
Im just wasting everyones time
She lost her mind caught in a web of lies laced with deceit
Tangled in knots made of suicidal thoughts left on the concrete

She lost her heart in the aftermath of an unrequited love
With more passion and pain than she could ever have dreamed of

She lost her soul to a man she didn't know and can never get it back
Crying inside and constantly on the verge of an anxiety attack

She lost her faith in life with so little to show for all that she'd done
Burning all the bridges she'd carefully built, fading away from everyone
I will always be the slippery *****
               they warn you not to go down
         I am the clutter in your closet
                           they ask you to clean out
                Forever the reason you look
                              both ways before crossing

They say I am not right for you
         But I want to be your happiness
              The world sees me rotten
                         I wish for you to help me
                  Paint the world with color
                        So we may prove them wrong
Shared on Hello Poetry on March 7, 2016
Copywrite under Bianca Reyes
All rights reserved

Yada yada yada
as she puts her headphones in,
the world begins to grow more,
and more dim.
bravo to the guy who invented headphones.
~    
        All the poems I write
     are
just the beginning
                              and end
               of every thought
   I've ever had about you.
 Feb 2016 Chloe's Not An Angel
mk
there was nothing beautiful about it
her cheeks lost the gentle blush
her hair fell out in clumps
her teeth began to yellow
nails weak and broken
lips bruised and bleeding
there was nothing beautiful about
her scarred arms
or swollen eyes
she wasn't lovely
she wasn't kind
she'd just gone
and lost her mind
there was nothing beautiful about it*
losing all her friends
being reduced to numbers on a scale
gpa or kgs
having her best friend give up on her
having her boyfriend yell at her for not taking care of herself
having her mother cry out in sorrow
having her little sister lose a role model

there was nothing beautiful in the pain she felt
there was nothing beautiful in her sadness
there was nothing beautiful
about waking up
to a dying heart

-

the blood in my veins has dried
the spark in my eyes has died
my past self cries.
cliché 101 holla
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