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I am not scared of death.
In fact, I find her attractive.
I like the thrill of being close to her.

I want her to hold me close.
I want her to be mine.
I want to be hers.

But my family wouldn’t approve of her.
And I love my family more,
Than I could ever love her.

So I keep my distance.
She’ll be mine someday,
She’ll be mine no matter what I say.
We are nonbelievers
Our skin sparkles in that light
We glow from past mistakes
And trauma fuels our fight

Never speak of pain
Or wear a wound on our face
We're better than that, mature
Mentality-a constant race

Emotions are a betrayal
Hints of suffering in our eyes
Pain dusted across our face
Lives being woven through lies

I am a nonbeliever
And with that, I stand tall
But a part of me decays
Every time I see another angel fall
Irelyn Thorne Jul 24
The man on the moon, you see
He has a few friends

He's perfect and broken
And is kind to no ends

I believe he is lonely
Floating gently in the sky

Even if you whisper him your secrets
He'll never tell you why

His pain is unmatched
Yet he's beautiful all the same

Even when he looks at perfect stars
He casts them no blame

And I find it comforting
Looking to him at night

For he taught me even in dark
There is a way to find some light
Inspiration; the quote "but without the dark, we'd never see the stars"
  Jul 24 Irelyn Thorne
Kalliope
I wrote a poem,
hoping you'd see
But I changed my mind,
I'm keeping it for me
Today isn't special,
just a Thursday in July
Everyday it's easier,
you're further out my mind
Champagne Problems playing in my ear
I deleted my poem, thoughts not for you to hear
Irelyn Thorne Jul 24
I'm so dramatic
Is what they all say
As they walk around
Day to day

The crunch of my bones
Does it bring you joy?
Constant manipulation
Treating me like a toy

These problems, they seep
Through every one of my scars
Nothing can help
Not while I'm behind bars

The shadows from ages
Creeping into my face
And my mask falling down
From shattered grace

Oh, these grave mistakes
I know all too well
But you've never cared
Not which I can tell

This pain, it's so weighted
The bubbles stop, I'm going to drown  
But you call me so spoiled
If you catch a frown

Every thought building up
Emotions that try to hide
Is this what it feels like
To be dying inside?

I'm so dramatic
Is what they all say
But they should try
Being me for a day
Of course I'd never open up enough for others to actually obtain this option of me, but I always wonder what they would think if I did
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