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You wanted to leave
My heart started yearning
But I could not stop
This bridge of ours from burning
Now I can hear our song play
In reverse
To the slow destruction
Of my universe
Walk with me through the storm beloved
Walk this long winding trail
Accompany me through the tempest
Through the onslaught of rain and hail

When thunder tries to shake us apart beloved
Let’s hold each other near
With you by my side when the lightning strikes
There is nothing I have to fear

The downpour is picking up beloved
But I know we will be fine
There is no storm I cannot face
As long as your hand is in mine
Being alone doesn't hurt me
neither does loneliness.
What really hurts is
realising that
I should be
with you
right
now
yet
we are
trapped
in the spokes
of this absurdity,
and karma just seems
happy to see us worlds
apart, dying of nostalgia
What hurts is missing you.
I'm tired of giving myself away just for you.

I'm tired of giving all the time I have. When you won't give me a second of yours.

I'm tired of the unreturned phone calls.

I tired of the text messages with no replies.

I'm tired of the unsaid hellos,

and the never said goodbyes.

But most of all I'm tired of you pretending like I never existed.

of feeling angry.

of seeing how you replaced me with her.

of now hearing you laughs or your jokes

of not feeling the smile on my face, when you enter a room.

I'm Tired.
The Overbolded Beauty © 2016
Girl. the word that separates
and complicates
making each of us, less equal
I’m a girl and rarely  
have I ever been treated fairly.
We are all human and should be treated as one.
So why am I not allowed to kick the ball and run?
Just like a white crayon you think I useless.
But you’re just really clueless, because I CAN.
yet at the same time I can’t,
since the men are on top you see
high above any other
don’t take it as a bother
being  below and under and where we will be.
Because I’m just a girl,I’m not treated fairly

The Overbolded Beauty © 2016

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