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Mykenzie Feb 2018
There are so many way
to put on a facade.
The most common one
is to pretend you are happy.
To pretend that you don't cry yourself
to sleep everynight.
That you wake up with a smile,
go to bed with a smile,
and go through the day with a smile.
But that isnt how it always is.
but that's what some believe.
beLIEve.
There's a lie, in believe.
Mykenzie Jan 2018
Roses are red, Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet, perhaps so are you.
The roses are wiltes, the vilets now dead.
The sugars bowl's empty, your wrists stained red.
The sun isn't shining, the sky's not clear.
There is no silver lining, because you're no longer here.
Rain keeps pourings, with no end in sight.
You're lying there frozen, too far from the light.
Your beauty was unreal, your smile was the sun.
But time can't be turned, your actions undone.
The words that you wrote, that only I read.
"I love you so much. Please don't cry when I'm dead"
A bond we formed, a love that ran deep.
A pain that we shared, a friend I could keep.
I wanted to hold you, wipe the tears from your eyes.
Been there the moment you said your goodbyes.
I want to forget, but most times I don't.
I want to let go, but I know that I won't.
Tears on my face, memories in my head.
The roses have wilted, The violets are dead
Mykenzie Jan 2018
The other day, Someone told me that I changed over summer,
I said that I didn't. They're crazy, I'm just the same.
I guess they were right,
I have changed after all.
I am Independent,
I am strong,
I don't need anyone.
I'm not holding anyone in my life anymore,
nor do I plan on it.
I can handle myself,
for I am not a child anymore.
I guess that he was right.
I have changed,
maybe for the best,
maybe for the worst.
I dont know yet.
But I'll find out soon enough.
So here's to the future,
and the new me.
Mykenzie Jan 2018
A broken mirror,
a bleeding fist.
A silver blade against a wrist.
Tears falling to lips unkissed..
Ignore her and she won't exist.
She's not the kind you'll come to miss.
Mykenzie Jan 2018
Embrace your flaws.
Whatever they may be.
The scars,
the marks,
the signs of all the pain.
The crooked smile,
The hair.
All of them,
because they are beautiful.
You are beautiful.
Mykenzie Jan 2018
I am coming.
I am coming of a lot of things.
Of age,
of beauty.
I am comig
to a point where I don't need your love.
Where I can embrace my scars
and stretchmarks,
and love them.
Like you loved me,
way back when.
Mykenzie Jan 2018
I don't understand how you seem so perfect.
I don't understand how your smile can light up a room. (And so much more)
I don't understand why I feel this way.
You're a friend, nothing else.
So why do I find myself thinking of you,
when I shoud be paying attention to my classes?
Why do I find myself doodling your name everywhere, and hearts?
Why is this happening?
I don't understand....
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