Men:   I will bring you the moon.

" Can you just bring me a sandwich?"

She was a master of disguse,

She always kept a smile on her face, no matter what happened,

She always laughed when someone made a joke,

All of this during the day, people so blind,

Not knowing what she does at night,

Cries herself to sleep, wears sweaters everyday to hide her ugly marks,

Looks in the mirror and the demons inside her head chant, "fat, ugly, useless, stupid, die" over and over again,

She falls asleep to be in nightmares throughout the night,

Still she wakes up puts on her mask and goes to school and pretends her life is wonderful

From: Richard Riddle
using: "nicy stephanie" or "rita derrick"(this time its solicitation msgs)
THE INFO BELOW STILL APPLIES---DO NOT RESPOND!!
ALERT !!
You may already be aware of a message currently showing up in the HP message boxes from a female(supposedly) identifying herself only as "Miss Stephanie". She states that she saw/read your profile and is interested you, and has something important to tell you. She asks that you reply with YOUR email, then gives an email address supposedly belonging to her. No other information is given.
DO NOT REPLY!!
She will post two, or more poems, probably in an effort to gain trust and establish credibility. She may even mention the on-going situation with Boko Haram, or some other conflict. THIS IS A SCAM!! Once your email falls into the wrong hands, there are untold numbers of consequences.DELETE it immediately, then BLOCK IT.
Please pass this on!
Thanks,
Richard Riddle

I've fallen
Again
After I told myself that I wouldn't after Joey
I've fallen

In love you the way my best friend loves food
I've fallen
For you
Your smile
Your laugh
The way you make me feel
Now I feel like I'm crumbling to where I was
We promised
I won't break it
But this is killing me
I miss you
I love you
That will never change

There is always a road,
The sea, dark hair, dolor.

Always a question
Bigger than itself—

They say you’re leaving Monday
Why can’t you leave on Tuesday?


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I got your note
had to look up dolor
you know more words than I do
you are sweet

And yeah,
there are questions
Bigger than all of us
I get that

But
Hanging on another day....
This is hard enough
No point

I'm sorry
If this might seem unkind
I am not going to start lying to you
Now

I know
You won't believe me
I didn't the first time either
It's hard

Look
I'm not immune
I know what that moment was
We danced

But
That is what it was, a moment
The sun comes up
Eventually

A mistake
To try and make it
Something else, than what it is
Never works

Goodbye
I will promise you one thing
I will think of you for a long time
I swear

Dandelions are the most independent flower.
They grow where they want.
No one plants them.
They’re free.
They’re infinite.
I felt infinite picking them in the apple orchard with you.
We were free.
We were infinite.  
I couldn't handle my smile watching you,
Rip them out of the earth by the handfuls.
Your face was covered in sunshine and pollen.
It might have been the pollen that resembled sunlight.
Regardless,
You emitted the sun in a way I've never seen before.
I refuse to accept that dandelions are weeds,
Because I want to be a dandelion with you.