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darling, I'm sorry
for letting you go
before you could
Have been suffering from fear of abandonment all my life
all my life
i've been preparing faces
to meet the faces that
i've met

friends
family
the man who delivers newspapers
at our doorstep each morning

i've laughed at their silly jokes
as they tossed their heads from side to side
in naive stupidity and their sheer ignorance
a pompous lot, the human race i tell you

i've acknowledged their staunch morals
and tried to make them my own
as they scorned at the girl in a skimpy dress
and chewed on mutton bones gluttonously

all my life, i've been trying hard
to blend in
with people who've shown me
that i don't belong with them

and tonight when i shed gallons of tears
i have only my bed and pillow to share
i've learnt that my sadness
is my very own
just a sad girl writing to survive
Insomnia isn't so bad when you are on my mind
I don't live,
to breathe until there's no air,
or to climb on top of the world,
and see it all from above,

I don't live,
to continue to put that mask
of a smile on my face,
so I can survive,

I don't live,
to watch other's breathe,
as I drown,
in the waters of despair

I don't live for any of that,
or this





I live for you
I thought

we’ve been    through it all

but you            threw it all

 away.

-

nothing is left
                             now but
  
my broken pieces
why’d you have to do that to us?

to me?
Never would I have thought


That you wouldn't reject me






I'm happy to be wrong
He felt a pain in his chest
as if he was stabbed
and stolen from
but it was only
the smile of a girl
who had stolen his heart
and broken it to a million pieces
This was written in my poetry journal about a year ago. i decided after a year i finally feel comfortable with posting some of my poems from my journal.
she was the moon
radiating the night sky
and dancing among the stars

you were the darkness
the shadow that waxed and waned
through the phases of her life

she grew to believe
that your presence
is what made her whole

but like the full moon
she shone brightest
without you


x.

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