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Mar 2018 · 457
17 months ago
Rebecca Rose Mar 2018
You were diet coke and slimming tea
You were everything I could never be
You were hallway laughter and bathroom tears
You were a way to waste my teenage years
You were an excess of bitter coffee shots
You were what made up my 4 am thoughts
You were the first stolen cigarette on my lips
You every beat that my heart skipped

And now you are none of this.
It's blurry, surprisingly.
Feb 2018 · 359
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Rebecca Rose Feb 2018
Remember when I whispered to you in rhyme
We talked till late, we'd spend all that time
Alone together, dejected, rejected, but also safe
Yes I remember when you were my happy place
I was going through old notes, and this happened.
Rebecca Rose Feb 2018
I know you loved road trips
Always taking the longer route
Though it did bring a smile to your lips

And cold weather
In which you loved to wear
Navy blue sweaters

You loved 13th century royalty
With their rubies and pearls
And their eggshell loyalty

I know you loved your mother
And I know you loved mine
But did you ever wish I had a brother?

I know you loved books and milk tea
You loved so many things
And I'm sure you even loved me
I'm posting this here so I can delete it on my phone because my eyes water every time I see it. I guess we weren't the best suited people to deal with each other, even though we had no choice in the matter. But we still made the most of it, and I guess that's the best we could have done. You were far from the best, but so was I, and I guess that makes us even. Regardless, I'm going to miss you like hell, but I've always known that I'd miss you like hell, even if I can't come up with a justifiable reason to. I guess I don't really need one.
Feb 2018 · 507
Cloudy Recollection
Rebecca Rose Feb 2018
In theory you felt more like how it feels
When my heart clenches up inside my chest
When overhead thunder crackles a bit too long

In practice you were more like
Cool summer rain, drizzling graciously on my warm skin
Melting like dew on the grass in the morning
Feb 2018 · 1.1k
River (haiku)
Rebecca Rose Feb 2018
See how the river
Meanders down the valley
And never does stop
Wrote this in class whilst I was bored to death. It kind of makes sense I guess. The river won't stop flowing for anyone.
Feb 2018 · 427
Current Residence
Rebecca Rose Feb 2018
Home is a place
And not a person
I do still believe in that
But I've been living in rentals
Until I can still pay up
And then I'm homeless again
Jan 2018 · 1.1k
Like Toothpaste
Rebecca Rose Jan 2018
That minty sweet stuff
You polish and clean
Eradicate decay
With compounds of fluorine

Like toothpaste
You're a necessity
Each morning and night
You're so very important
For that toothy grin, wide and bright

Like toothpaste
You're squeezed tight
Swabbed and scrapped about
Against yellow enamel
Determined to white it out

Like toothpaste
You're medicine
More for an aesthetic cause
Caught between a hard place
And a locked jaw

Like toothpaste
One day, you're all but gone
And just like toothpaste
You wake to find
You have been replaced
Who knew dental hygiene was such a good metaphor for reflection on my past stupidity.
Jan 2018 · 332
A Dead Field Of Study
Rebecca Rose Jan 2018
You are like Philosophy
Immensely enthralling
But only for the mind in reverse
Disclaimer! I happen to very much enjoy philosophy, this is just based on Stephan Hawking's quote from his book, 'The Grand Design'.
Jan 2018 · 277
Before The Sun (12 w)
Rebecca Rose Jan 2018
All nights end,
whether that fact is in your favour
or not
It's good to remind yourself that neither the worst, nor the best time of your life will last forever.
Jan 2018 · 522
Boys will be boys
Jan 2018 · 442
Coolness of the after glow
Rebecca Rose Jan 2018
The dancer on the candle whick
Has long since faded out
And the orange glowing flames
Have long since been stomped out
Extinguish the warmth
Let kerosene dreams be killed
But the wax has cooled
And is now frozen still
And by cool, I mean bitter cold
Jan 2018 · 382
The Punching Bag Folk
Rebecca Rose Jan 2018
This is the life
Of the punching bag folk
Beautifully tragic
They all once broke
Laced with magic
They stitch and sew
Until their bruised leather skin
Is good as new
Dec 2017 · 287
Conclusion:
Rebecca Rose Dec 2017
Over the years
through bouts of rage
and pangs of self hatred
I have come to realise
that I am nothing like you
A slow process, but worth the wait
Nov 2017 · 395
Old Habits
Rebecca Rose Nov 2017
On days like this, I make my coffee too strong, too sweet
Spoonful after spoonful, ignoring the yellowing enamel of my teeth

Something's wrong. But I think I'm okay, so I tell myself I'm fine
And soon it starts to taste like a bittersweet mix of syrup and brine
Maybe I should try tea next time
Nov 2017 · 800
Airplane Mode
Rebecca Rose Nov 2017
Early morning hours
Caffinated brains
Lazy ceiling fans
Cool Autumn rains

Clumsy stitches
Networks of skin and bone
Safe within these walls
A family, a home

Words, words, words
Tired, dark eyes
All he's ever said
*Half truth half lies
Nov 2017 · 501
Rainbows And Other Mirages
Rebecca Rose Nov 2017
Red

Like freshly chewed lips
And warmly flushed cheeks

Orange

Like the energy none of us harbour
And dry crumbling October

Yellow

Like towering sunflowers
Like a flowing summer dress

Green

That bleeds out through his eyes
And covers the walls like creeping ivy

Blue

Like how you've felt for so long
And the sky above our heads

Indigo

Like the future, overwhelming
But it's always been calling me

Violet

Like the truth
Like peace
Like acceptance
Like growth
Like healing
It all feels so saturated at times
Oct 2017 · 614
Sitting Still
Rebecca Rose Oct 2017
Out of breath

And helpless

And afraid

And angry

And quiet

Oh so quiet

You've always been so quiet

So why does it feel like you've been screaming all these years?
The vocal cords bear the brunt of the damage
Oct 2017 · 519
From Where I Stand
Rebecca Rose Oct 2017
The view from the top of the mountain
Will be something I'll never forget

Be it a breeze of crisp Autumn relief
Or a shower of monsoon regret
First write in a long time

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