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Darby May 2017
I want the number of hours I've been happy,
to equal the number of hours I've been living.
I want the number of hours I've spent crying,
To be the thing I forget first
when my memory fades.

I want the people that I've made happy,
To be the people that keep me living.
I want the people who've caused my crying,
to be the thing I forget second
when my memory fades.

If I find someone to love, I hope I make them happy.
If I find someone to love, they'll be what keeps me living.
If I find someone to love, I'll help them when they're crying.
If I find someone to love, I want to forget them last
when my memory fades
Darby Mar 2017
we are often told
that when we grow old
we will find happiness in everyday things
but I have to ask,
concerning this task,
of what memories happiness brings
I am young,
have many words unsung,
and don't quite know where my life leads
Darby Dec 2016
Perfect does not exist
she screams
her stomach is in a twist
tear streams

They're rolling down her face
she falls
she's a beautiful disgrace
her dolls

even have better shape
it seems
like she's only eaten a grape
she dreams

about a perfect life
there's no
dumb body standards or strife
I know

it's dumb to hope for change
for some
perfection has no range
they're numb

to all the levels of beauty
they loath
real individuality
pretty

is not an appearance
we are
all real physical brilliance
a scar

left by standards and a blade
she died
because we hate what she weighed
You are the definition of beauty
Darby Nov 2016
for that split second, it was eternity
my body was filled with sudden urgency
our eyes met and I was numb
it felt like minutes but it was none
we stared at each other for hours
it felt as though time had no powers
I sat back down in my seat
I could feel every heartbeat
I didn't know what was happening
for that split second, it was the beginning

then he said those words in the hall
and it felt like a poisoned wrecking ball
I know deep down that what I wish
is completely dumb and utterly foolish
but I want to know what you think
because right now I'm beginning to sink

we talk every now and again
but talking to you feels like a sin
it feels right and of good reason
until my friends all compare it to treason
somethimes I look at you through the corner of my eye,
if anyone asked of course I would lie
I know we have tried and things never work
but in a perfect world I wouldn't have to lurk
in a perfect world, I know we would last
I wish we could go back and redo the past.
Darby Jul 2016
They say that people never change
But they change like the weather
You think it's kinda strange
cause you were birds of a feather

Maybe they get worse
Like an oncoming storm
They used to be your universe
But now you feel torn

When people grow up
fading and drifting away
they keep filling their cup
as you ask them to stay

Old friends slowly turn
into unknown faces
Your whole body yearns
for familiar places

They say that people never change
But they change like the weather
we had a friendly exchange
but there was no tether
Darby Jun 2016
When thunder booms outside their room
people often convert to gloom

and when the sirens sound
the people gather around

and they listen to the storm as it rattles the walls
and they watch with terror as it shakes the halls

and when the lightning flashes
they think the world is ashes

then they run to take cover
or maybe they even contact a lover

but when the rain falls like it hates the ground
and the clouds cry their booming sound

when puddles form on the pavement
raging with ripples from its replacement

your whole body longs to take part in the storm
since the chaos and anger is already your norm

with the sound in your ear and drops on your skin
you would never have to counterfeit your grin

When dark clouds are crying for you,
you don't always feel the constant urge to

when the sky screams louder than you ever could
you can't find a suitable reason why you should

when the pavement has puddles bigger than your pillow
why only settle with looking out the window?

you  can feel the tears building in your eyes
and just like always, you are one with the skies

The horizon screams its rolling shriek
your homemade rain rolls down your cheek

The power goes out and there is no light
No one can see you so why should you fight
Darby Apr 2016
one, two, three, four,
I declare that love's a war
five, six, seven, eight
I thought you were my one soul mate
nine, ten, eleven, twelve
I was taught to "save yourself"
thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, more*
I'm sorry* that I left you sore.
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