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20h · 33
Fear
If fear keeps us alive,
Why does mine want me gone?
Fight or Flight, but I can't move
I feel like I'm a pawn for
Your hatred,
Your anger,
Your
Lust
.
By Styx
The rain has stopped
But the clouds don't part
They can't.

The news says it is still raining,
But when I finally look out the window
I don't see the rain sliding down.

But why would I not trust the meteorologist?They are in charge
of warning us when a storm is coming.
So they always say it's raining,
But the rain stopped so many years ago.
By Styx
"You don't have to say it back"
This phrase
plagues my mind,
taunts my heart and
haunts my soul.

My beliefs are
a window into the world I come from.
Like a father's simple switch;
The one shown outwardly isn't the same
as the one in his house.

If everything I do,
everything I don't do,
makes me feel like I ****** up.
How can I feel worthy
of your love?

I will always love you.
But there is never any pressure to say it back.

Hiding my pain.
Helping others with theirs.
Taking on others' burdens,
hoping
praying that I don't become one of them.
It has always been,
and will always be...

A cycle.
Love has always felt like a cycle.
A recognizable pattern,
always noticed too late.
I love you.
I tolerate you.
I'm tired of you.

Like a toy to a child,
I will grow stale.
Doomed to being left to rot
once a newer, better toy arrives.

I want this feeling to end.
I want to hear you say you love me,
and I want to wholeheartedly believe you.
But how can I
When I'm not worthy of your time?

Like a child to her father,
I will always love you.
But like a father to his child,
You don't have to say it back.
...
...
...
But my heart heals when you do.
1d · 78
¿Sobre qué?
Nunca sé de que escribir mis poemas.

Si lo quiero de amor o de mi mente
¿Sera sobre amarte, que lo hago facilmente?
O sera de mis traumas
El miedo que consuma

Lo felíz o lo triste.
Puedo ser uno, «o las dos» dice
El poeta en mi mente
Escribiendo poesía solo por querer.
1d · 22
¿Qué tienes?
Cuando me veo pensativa
Y me preguntas,
«¿Qué tienes?»
Mucho pasa por mi mente.

Tengo lágrimas
que no se sueltan
por ser felíz.
Cosas que quiero darte,
Comprarte para tí.

Tengo sueños
de lo malo y bueno.
Si me caigo al suelo
tú estás alli para decirme,
«Te tengo.»

Pero tú te quedas
y me amas,
como las garzas,
patas,
águilas,
buhos:

Estás conmigo
hasta que me muero.
Con mi alma entero,
espero ese día que me quedo
En ese altar, y me oyes decir
«Sí, quiero»

Y con eso te digo,
«Nada, solo estoy pensando»

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