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Christina O May 2018
I couldn't bare to show you the me that I hated.
The person who I tried so hard to hide in the months I lost myself,
But I was trapped,
haunted everyday by the darkest of nightmares I locked away.

And in a burst of light,
you came with the key in hand,
taking my memories,
and opening my heart.
You didn't shred them
or try to make me forget.
You handled them with care,
and stood by and watched as I fell apart,
ready to pick me up at a moment's notice.
I wasn't okay and you knew that,
not caring one bit,
still looking at me with those same warm eyes.

And after all this time,
I finally realized I didn't have to hold the lock anymore.
As long as I had you,
I could show every scar,
every nightmare,
and every mess I made.
But I could also show the me that now wanted to heal,
that now wanted to be better.
About someone who was so afraid and so ashamed to share his faults. But despite that someone walks into his life and doesn’t care what he has gone through. She loves every bit of who he is and sure it isn’t easy, but she will be there to hold him.
Christina O May 2018
Through my never ending doubts,
and all my wicked sins.
From every word that came out all wrong,
and the things I did that hurt you so bad.
We made it.
Even if my mind goes astray in some odd way,
you stay.
You're the reason my heart sores,
and the reason I break down and cry.
Before you I never would have broken down these walls.
And before you I never would have wanted to get better.
You came and showed me what love was,
with open arms and eyes that lit up me up from the inside.
Yeah, you showed me something I never felt before.
And I never want to loose that.
A poem about a broken soul and the one person who is always there. Even if it takes some time.
Christina O May 2018
We collide like two waves in a hurricane.
Emotions flying through the sky,
but somehow connected like stars in a constellation.
I was right,
you were wrong.
You were right,
and I was wrong.
Together we fit,
though not quite with such smooth edges.
We are not the same,
so different,
and yet we became a pair.
Never wanting to be without one another.
Cause when we're apart the magnets kicked in,
and pulling us away is never so easy.
A love that is so right for each other, but at the same time so wrong.
Christina O May 2018
Two bottles,
one for you and one for me.
The pain seems to magically end,
but one is only a disguise,
and the other leaves me dry.

Two bottles,
One become the problem,
and the other seemingly fixes the underlying cause.
But in no way do either cure the things we have.

Two bottles,
and it's hard to stay away.
We don't want to be this way,
but it's who we've become,
and who we have to deal with.
Like some roll of the dice we were dealt with these odds.

Why us?
I don't know.

But maybe we can fight this.
You can throw away your bottle,
and I'll keep taking mine.
Maybe together,
we'll finally win.
This is about two friends who deal with two different things to cope with what is going on in their lives. One drinks to numb the pain of the past and the other has Bipolar Disorder and is living with regrets of yesterday.. Though both are dealing in different ways, they both have mental health issues.
Christina O May 2018
So tired of all the memories 
It brings me back to you
And I can't help but wonder
How I'll go on another year 
Fighting all these demons 
That remind me you're not here 

It's a bittersweet December 
And it haunts me all the time
I can't change what happened
But I can make it all brand new 
 
I go back to that day 
And picture the last time 
It breaks me down
And I fall to my knees
Asking why?
Why? 
 
It's a bittersweet December 
And it haunts me all the time
I can't change what happened
But I can make it all brand new 
 
One year passes, now almost two
And I'm scared to face it
But somehow you know 
And the day though dark 
Was suddenly turned brighter

A beautiful little face
Born on this day 
 
It's a bittersweet December 
And it haunts me all the time
I can't change what happened
But I can make it all brand new 

It's a bittersweet December 
And though it haunts me all the time
I can finally breath again
With the miracle you've blessed
 
In this bittersweet December
This is a poem I wrote based off a story I wrote. It’s sort of meant to be a song.

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