I find when I am told
To only highlight the important parts
The entire thing ends up highlighted
Because I can’t tell what is vital
I can’t tell apart what I need to understand and what I can’t dwell on
So I end up spending all my time
On what isn’t important
And then time slips by
And when it really matters
I haven’t spent my time on the right stuff
Same as in life
I obsess of details that seem important
Until they are put to the test
And what others had to say about me
Was all I cared about back then
I didn’t feel worthy of life
And I genuinely wanted to die
But now I realize
I shouldn’t have dwelled on that
I shouldn’t have let their judgemental loathing for me
Consume me the way it did
And now I want to live
But I can never get back that time I lost
That time I wasted
On someone else’s ignorant opinion
I can’t take back the things I did
The things I thought
The pain I felt
But it was self-inflicted harm
And not by knives or scissor blades
But by my own highlighting
I hurt myself
Because I placed so much value
On what they thought of me
Highlighting all the wrong things
Because no matter how much they hated me
Regardless what level of derision lived in their thoughts about me
And disgust at my looks
and amused at my pathetic personality (as far as they were concerned)
It was all meaningless
But I let it matter
And that was my fault
No one else’s
I always seem
To highlight the meaningless

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You said goodbye before even saying hello
You haven’t even given me a chance to scare you away yet
How can you have rejected me before that?
You don’t know me yet
I promise you, I’m broken
I promise you, you would end up leaving in the end
Once I introduced you to a close friend called My Past
Once I let you see my cracks and scars
But I the thing is
I didn’t even get the chance to scare you off
You never even gave me a shot with you
And let me tell you
I might be unlovable
Maybe I’m not pretty
Maybe I’m unpopular
But if anything
I could make you happy
If only for a month
It would be a beautiful month
You would smile everyday
I would let you know you are wonderful
You never looked past my cover
And I don’t understand why you didn’t open me up to peek inside
Because baby I’m a novel in progress
And so far, the later parts are pretty scary
But you would have liked the beginning, I bet
Because I could have made you feel special
Compliments are one of the few things I can do
I can do them well, too
I am anything but ordinary
Which can be a bad thing
And it is
But it can have a good side too
A silver lining
I’d listen to you
I’m a poet
And I don’t know if any of my poems are any good, really, lots of them are crap
But I do know words
They were my friends when no one else was
I can use them, to dress you up in wonderful
I can use them to paint a smile on your face
I can sculpt them into lovely flattery
I can make you feel magnificent in a way no other girl could
Because my vocabulary consists of more words than: *** you are like, totes hot lol
Because even if I can’t be pretty enough for you
My words can be pretty
Like no one else’s
I love to fish
I will sit and wait in silence for ages
To catch one
Just like I will sit and wait for you
Without getting distracted
Like many would if you left them alone too long
But you can count on me to be faithful
I am a singer
I don’t know if I am any good
But I can sing you a song
And if you don’t want me to
I won’t
But at least that means I like music
I’m made out of lyrics and notes
I know you play violin
I’d listen to you play for hours
And I would want to
The way most other girls wouldn’t really want to
I read more than I breathe
Which means I can focus on one thing for hours
I could shift that focus to you in a second
I could pay you more attention than any other girl would
And I am an over-thinker
Which means you can be sure you would be on my mind
At all hours even when you’re sure no one else could possibly be awake at this hour
I have a dark side
And you might not like it
But that means I can handle yours
No matter how dark it is
I can deal with shadows
And I’ll do anything I can to silence your demons
Because I have experience dealing with those
I’ve had many of my own
I am passionate
Which means I will mean what I say
And you can’t scare me
You can trust me
I’ve locked in several secrets thornier than any of yours, I’m sure
You never found out who I am
Did you know I taught myself guitar?
Electric and Acoustic
I don’t know if I’m any good
But you might like to know that
Also ukulele and drums
I play violin, ukulele, bass guitar, recorder, the spoons, harmonica, pin-whistle, piano,
I’m not saying I’m a prodigy at any of them
But I only took lessons for piano and violin
Everything else is self-taught
I’m just saying that I can be patient
Learn to know and understand things that take a long time without getting frustrated
I could learn to know and understand you
I speak french fluently
That has to say something for my patience
And willingness to learn new things… like you
I could whisper all my pretty words to you
In a foreign tongue
I have 97 different sides of me that I let people see
And an infinite amount of other sides that I don’t
I could be the girl you wanted
I could learn to be her
Whoever you want “her” to be
Whatever you want “her” to be
I have traveled to over 56 cities
All around the world
Asia to Europe to America
I have seen so many beautiful priceless things
But I still think
In all my travel experience
You are one of the most beautiful priceless things I have ever seen
And that is saying something
Because I have seen Paris at Night
I have seen Amsterdam at sunset
And I have seen Japan at sunrise
Ireland at 5:00
Spain in the evening
I’ve seen oceans at midnight
And yet
I would sacrifice all those experiences
For a chance with you
You never got to know me
You never learned that I know constellations
I could have shown you stars far more breathtaking
Than any Hollywood movie actress
You never learned that I write fiction stories
I could have written you a fairy-tale
But you never gave me a chance to show you myself
You will never know the little things about me
Like the fact that I like the scent of rain
I’m obsessed with Earl Grey tea
I like to watch rainstorms and lightning storms better than anyone
I’m into old movies
And I like thorns to be left on roses
I wear metaphors
I love skating, and I actually am capable of doing it well enough, I suppose
I like medieval towns and cuckoo clocks
My favorite color is purple
And I love skipping stones across lakes
And I like twilight better than sunset and dawn, though I adore all three
I doubt you could ever actually like me though
Because I am anything but lovely
Anything but wonderful
Anything but amazing
But you would have liked how I made you feel
If you would let me in
You would have enjoyed dating me, at the beginning at least
I promise you that
But you never gave me a chance
You never got to learn to know me
You said goodbye before even saying hello

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I sat on a rock and stared
At her eyes the color of ink
Wondering what she’s seen
When she is ruffled by something
It is literal
A duck’s feathers are easily ruffled
But that is a minor problem
When we are ruffled by life
It can disorient us for months
Sometimes years
Sometimes a lifetime
I wonder what her life has been filled with
She swims and she dives.
She mates to reproduce, never to love and cherish her mate eternally.
The way (some) humans do. Or at least should.
She never suffers emotional trauma.
It would be so much simpler to be a duck.
No monetary worries
No emotional worries
No grudges
Only the concern for survival
I bet she’s never cried
And I have so, so many times.
She spreads her wings and takes flight.
The way I often wish I could.
To escape situations I don’t like.
Just flying away.
Her beautiful russet wings
But I wasn’t born a duck.
I was born a human.
And I can’t spread my wings and fly away.
And somehow
I’m glad.
I’m glad I can hurt
And I can feel
And I can love
And be broken
My main concern is not my own survival
Because I am not a duck
And I am not a coward
And even if I can suffer
What a duck would never have to endure
I can have forever from someone else
And I can become something
An artist
A writer
A dancer
A poet
An inspiration
A lover
A mother
A father
Okay no not a father
But I can make something out of myself
And the duck will always be
Well, a duck.
Also, ducks are NOT YELLOW.
…I needed to express that.
Rawr.

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There's no such thing as happily ever after. No harmony lasts that long.  There is such a thing as forever though. Loving someone forever even during rough patches when the harmony slides off key until it gets better. Because it will.

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I like you
I love you
You can trust me
I think you’re pretty
I won’t hurt you
I don’t like anyone else
I don’t love any other girl but you
I want to be with you, no one else
I don’t like her in that way
PROVE IT
...you never did.
Now I know why.
Your reason is spelled L-I-E-S.

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It's so dark
It's so dark
I can't meet my own gaze of my reflection
The pain refuses to fade
It won't stop
It won't stop
I can't turn on the lights I'm too afraid of what I might see
The bleeding won't stop but I can't tell anyone
Panic
Panic
please please just stop
no one can find out
Then I call you
and I don't even say anything
But you see my name on your caller ID
and you hear the catch in my breathing
a stifled sob
I whisper: I can't
You say: I know
I'm here
and we simply remain on the phone
the empty dead air between us
not a word to fill it
but we simply exchange silence
and somehow it's comforting
but what twisted secrets we keep

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Hair dyed pink and blonde in a ponytail
Leather jacket and plaid mini skirt
Designer bag and 6 inch heels
Slits down both sides of her trampy shirt
She's not thd type to fall in love
But you love her endlessly
You're an option not a boy to her
But that's something you're too blind to see
I bet you she can't write poetry
But what am I telling you this for
I could be flawless and still
She would always be more
So you're a writer to me that means
You're an artist with words and ink
She hears writer "Great! He can do my English homework!"
Is all that she thinks
She's left you so many times before
So quick and easily
Now she's taken you back and when she let's you go
Don't you dare crawl back to me