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7d · 47
The train
Rebecca 7d
I was running
I was not running for the train
but I was running for the love that was about to be taken from me
by the train
7d · 57
Boys
Rebecca 7d
We made out in the bathroom of our Baptist church
guilt and regret made us stop:
laughter fell from my lips
and my hands on your hips
flowers in your hair, light in your soul.

You're wild like a dream is wild
and bright like a dream is bright.
May 16 · 538
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Rebecca May 16
And words
are like birds
that keep flying in my thoughts
and far away.
Rebecca May 8
Why is no one speaking?
Why is no one here?
Why is no one having care!

Undecided presidents
busy deals
But no poor person will have some meals.
May 8 · 41
Visions
Rebecca May 8
I had visions of you and I cried
visions where you died.
I couldn't explain
But this feeling wouldn't go away.
Rebecca May 7
My dear,
can you see the
                                     big sky surrounding us
               and the birds                                  that fly around the world
                                            and the rain
                                    that tickles the ground
                              and makes it giggle like a child
                                  
                                         and the flowers,
                           adorned by the early spring grass.
May 7 · 738
It Was All Over
Rebecca May 7
I don't know where I started
nor what I wanted
I just remember
it was all over.
May 4 · 39
He loves me
Rebecca May 4
He loves me
even if he called me a *****.

He loves me
even if he said to leave my boyfriend so I could be with him.

He loves me
after all, he said ''I love you'' many times, a person that loves another says this, right?.

He loves me
after all, I told him about my life, about my family, about my insecurities, and he understood like no one had done before.

I leaved my boyfriend just to be with him, for an ''I love you'', because I felt appreciated, I didn't realize that I could be bought off so quickly by compliments.

I told him that I was really a *****, a ***** to be with him and to dump my boyfriend, and that I would do anything for him.

He laughed and simply told me that he was keeping an eye on me if I betrayed him as well.

But I feel that he loves me.

I feel the love he gives me even when he says that he feels pity for a person like me.

A person like me who sticks to anyone, like a tick, because she is alone and not understood and keeps seeking shelter in another body, I actually understand the parasites -- their need to feel attached to a body.

But I love him.

And he loves me.
*based off events of my life
Rebecca Apr 30
When I observe the world,
I see the vast oceans that surrounds it
I see the pelicans landing on the ground
I see the early spring tulips
I see the butterflies pollinating thousands of flowers.
But the one thing that really caught my eyes
was you.
Apr 28 · 241
God Loves Me Not
Rebecca Apr 28
Oh God, I already knew from the first moment I met you that I would never be like the kids of my age: every night I went to my knees and prayed, it was not a prayer of peace, nor of tranquility, in fact I remember crying and sometimes screaming: ''My God deliver me from this flesh, from this sinful body and let me go with you''. Meanwhile the sweet little friends of mine slept in their homes, not knowing anything.
Apr 27 · 229
Loneliness
Rebecca Apr 27
I was in my bed
feeling some dread
of not finding any friends.

I woke up, I slept again
and I felt the chain of my internal disdain.
Apr 26 · 712
Crying
Rebecca Apr 26
My hair was all *****,
and my face all red
I felt the tears
fall in my hand.

I hated this feeling,
I hated so much!
just at the feeling
of your touch.
*I wrote this poem while I was crying because of a lost friend, and I thought: ''Oh maybe I could write a poem about it and romanticize the feeling of sadness that I have'' and here it is this poem, made by tears :-)
Apr 26 · 96
Everything
Rebecca Apr 26
I can be your everything,
I can be your whole
just don't treat me
like a *****.
Apr 14 · 102
Holy Boyhood
Rebecca Apr 14
Hello my dearest boy,
do you remember when we were children,
when we played on the meadows
and our knees would get *****
all over the ground?

Do you remember when I used to go to your house
and you would change your clothes in the daylight
and I would look at you in wonderment
and thought that you were a God?

Do you remember when we used to go to church
and as the priest gave you communion
I would look at your lips
taking the host
and I thought how God had blessed you
how much God loved you
and how much I had wanted to be in God's love
being with you
kissing your cheeks
your eyes
your hands
but never your lips
because those were sacred
pure
and I was not
and I did not want to put you in your mouth
the taste of sin.

— The End —