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Her wildness is not
To be tamed
Her beauty is not
To be framed

Her courage is not
To be questioned
Her suffering is not
to be mentioned

Her wisdom is not
To be undermined
Her power is not
To be denied

Her independence is not
to be compromised
Her fervent love is not
To be paralyzed

She is everything and
So much more...
She’s not hard to love
If you know how to adore
Those in sorrow say,
A broken heart cannot love anymore,
Yet here I am,
With a broken heart,
That still loves you everyday.
 May 2020 Hello Daisies
Elbee
I'm breathing slowly.

I begin
  to become
             undone  

whilst letting you love me.

It’s a gentle loving,
an act of giving.

We all have cracks
that are in need of filling.
 May 2020 Hello Daisies
JaxSpade
It's a slow
Slide
Down
The arrow s
Heart

Where your soul pumps blood
Near the knife
she left inside

There's no need for you to cry
For no pain
Can ever take away

Her eyes

And there's no way
To change the blue
To sky

When your world has said goodbye

It's a slow
Slide
Down
The hurt

Sometimes the pain
Is so much

You can't feel at all

You suffer
Yourself

Down the slide
Of the lonely
lost

Deep inside your
Clusterf#!$k

You find..
     your thoughts
she’s too strong,
she’s too much,
she’s too tough to love.

she’s too hard,
she’s too broken,
she’s not enough.

she’s imperfect,
she’s wild,
she’s lost in the wind.
she’s insane,
sending signs of chaos from within.
-
hi.
 May 2020 Hello Daisies
Loveless
And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't
They say that I’m
Too much to
Handle

Yet they never seem
To handle me with
Care

They say that I’m
Unable to
Trust

Yet they break it the
Moment I’m not
There

They say that I’m
Far too
Insecure

Yet they won’t
Help me
Heal

They say I’m
Cold and
Uncaring

Yet they ignore
What I
Feel

They say that I‘m
unable to
Listen

Yet they are the
Ones who can’t
Hear

They say I’m
Afraid of
Love

Yet there is
so much to
Fear...
Sometimes people make as though we are unable or unwilling to love yet  they and others have treated us in a way that has made us so apprehensive to lend our hearts out. Love is a two way street...
 May 2020 Hello Daisies
Ben
Matches constantly lit
No char
No ash

Unscathed

No fire
No ember
Just memories it gave
The poem is about false hopes and love. They have no effect sometimes, but are memorable.
Falling embers burning bright
and dying slowly, as am I

The days melt into the
nights like candle wax

Dark iris lit up beneath
the radiant moon

Your eyes are voltaic
and lead me nowhere

The trees are barren and
the sky ominous

We may get it right in the next
lifetime
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