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Julia Mae Nov 2016
if people were love notes
none of us would be lonely anymore
if people bled passion
we would laugh at heartache
Julia Mae Nov 2016
you're alive but you're a ghost
because you're in my head
but i don't see you anymore
you are memories.
Julia Mae Nov 2016
YOU
there have been different versions of you
with each and every person,
that you have melded in with your life
different parts you let out, different parts you hide
for the right person, the right soul
yet none completely resonate with your own

there are different versions of you
which one is the one - that is you?
the one when you are human, and raw
and alone
the one you speak to
most true, unafraid

we think we need people
but which one is you -
truly you?
in your solitude -
isn't that where you find
the best version of you?
Julia Mae Nov 2016
i wrote until my fingers bled
and even then,
things still didn't make sense
Julia Mae Nov 2016
and when you said goodbye
it felt like the entire world had died
Julia Mae Nov 2016
i am a concave of pain
circling, and never ending
connecting to be whole
yet i never seem to escape
this emptiness in which i am caged
Julia Mae Nov 2016
breathe deep
knee-high kick me
rattle my bones
swell my skin
let blood drip
bury me into concrete
to see if i can still feel
to see if i am still alive
destroy me
beat me
let's see
let's see ....
is there a heart still beating?
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