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mey Apr 2021
If anything, just notice me.
Sympathise with me.
But never, ever see me cry.
mey Apr 2021
I gaze into your eyes,
you look just like him..
I can't forget you,
nor will I forget him.
I sink into your arms,
and
the only person I forget
is
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  my

Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā 

Ā Ā own




Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā  self.
mey Apr 2021
look into their eyes
wave selectively and see
the sparks illuminate
just like me
mey Apr 2021
a silent pin drop
vast into the ocean blue
injustice no more
mey Apr 2021
I know you probably wonā€™t be able to read this bit of my soul, but I just wanted to say that up until now, Iā€™ve crossed an uncountable number of lines. To other people, it may seem like I make a big deal out of minuscule things, but as a human, Iā€™ve made many, many mistakes..but, Iā€™m not one to forgive myself. Iā€™m the kind who fits herself into the stereotypes ones boxed into.
       Iā€™m the ā€œnerdā€, ā€œthe muteā€; ā€œquiet kidā€, ā€œthe hopeless romanticā€, and every other category they box me into. I donā€™t fight back. I donā€™t look them in the eye. I just sit there with my head drooped, silently wishing to go by unnoticed, because the truth is..Iā€™m afraid. Iā€™m afraid of what they might say back. Iā€™m afraid of messing up, Iā€™m afraid, Iā€™m afraid, Iā€™m afraid. But most of all..Iā€™m afraid of their words. Iā€™m afraid of their words because what they might say back is unknown. By the time I wait, the words just melt underneath my tongue, and all thatā€™s left is the uncertainty.
       Through my experiences, I learned that I donā€™t need to be afraid. I learned that people can be harsh sometimes, but itā€™s not my fault. Thereā€™s nothing wrong with me. The only person who was wrong, was the person who thought they had power over me. The power to change my mind, to make me think that Iā€™m not worth it. That Iā€™m not worth it..?

Then came these seven angels..
        
           They taught me to love myself, little by little, everyday. My world turned right side up, and there was nothing left to lose. Back before then, I remember not bothering to look both ways before crossing the street, because I thought, there was no good reason to live. I was wrong. I slowly started to realize my worth, I wasnā€™t what people said I was, because the only definition they were giving, was a reflection of themselves. I mean sure not everything was perfect from then on since, but I still continued to love myself because of these seven men from South Korea who had such an impact on me, that I could never forget.
            From then on, I was the girl who didnā€™t let labels stop her from being her own self, I was the girl who kicked open the box of stereotypes she was stuck in for a long time. I was the girl who stopped apologizing for the things she did right. I was the girl who never stopped dreaming. But most of all..I am now the girl whoā€™s not alone. I have these seven brave handsome looking knights and an entire ā€œARMYā€ after all.
It may seem like I was pretty subtle about these ā€œseven angelsā€ I was talking about, but a true ARMY would know exactly who Iā€™m talking about. šŸ’œ
mey Apr 2021
ć…” šŸ’œ] In all shades of purple; my violet crayons. The ones I never have enough of. The ones I use to colour the evening sky. Rare, but beautiful.
mey Apr 2021
A tiny face, hiding in the corner, regretting everything they have done..unaccepting, unforgiving, unloving. Guilt creeping up to something they havenā€™t even done, whatā€™s worse is the aftertaste. Feeling, but not thinking. Knowing, but not understanding. Falling into the hands of the devil.
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