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Brittney T Feb 2018
Please forgive me

Forgive me

Give me

Me.
Brittney T Feb 2018
Ever been so in love you cant sleep? The idea of ending a conversation with the person beside you is incredibly sad. You want to know every thought and feeling theyve had throughout their day. Are they growing? Have they been challenged? Do they need your love or comfort? And there is something beautiful about the way they listen. They show you a different side to your own thoughts. And they are proud of your growth too. Theres no way to show them exactly what they mean to you. But I hope to god they understand anyway.

Even when the conversation is over, your person is so beautiful when they sleep. You cant help but be glad that in this crazy world, there is a few hours of peace and rest to protect this one. A time that separates the nasty events of the past day, and offers a new beginning when they wake. Every new day is another chance for the world to see their light.

And in the time before I fall asleep, I can fully appreciate him. Im glad I didnt miss this moment.
This is another old one. I wrote this while I was dating my ex. I've gotten to where I can appreciate this moment, and remember how it felt without missing it. I'll always love what we had, and I'm thankful I got to experience it.
Wrap yourself up in the night,
with wingless silent flight.
Up, up into the
Pin-pricked speckled sky.
With that glowing blank-faced
lunar loon.
Beyond the dark, into dreams.
That morph and shift, pour and flow;
As if the woken world is
something you can un-know.
Brittney T Feb 2018
My fear induced sweat
Smells like malt liquor.
I hide in something sickly sweet
I got from Smile Gas.
It makes sense.
I rinse away
the evil I feel.
The world poured so much in.
It pours,
so I have to.
Been looking at my motivations for drinking lately after doing some regrettable things. Thinking about my next steps from here.
Brittney T Feb 2018
Finding stolen jackets in my room
catches me off-guard
"Oh! hello cozy reminder of
the boy that toyed with my heart.
I forgot I stuffed you
in this corner of my drawer..."



I don't want them, really.
But I can't bring myself to throw them away.
Or give them back.
I know I should keep them.
These were priceless at one point;
they feel like intruders in my life now.



But sometimes it snows.

Then I can see the warmth those reminders
once provided.
I pull on layers of memories
to have a snowball fight
with my sisters.
I reuse. I reframe.

Which is all we can do
With relics of our pain.

We apply what we've learned,
From pain, to our lives;
We wear these lessons
Like jackets.
We grow.
Pain is only a teacher
that can aid us now

if we let it.
Writing this helped me understand why I hang on to things that hurt.
Brittney T Feb 2018
I can't remember what its like
To get to know someone.
Tricky to trust that
Guys gazing
tell truths.
Pretty words have never mattered.
I knew to ignore them,
But now I fear them.
Where did the process go?
Were there steps to this
that I simply forgot?
Or was I too free with all of me
And that's why I got hurt?
Brittney T Feb 2018
I'm impatient.
And restless.
Something good should have happened.
I can't predict tomorrow,
So I hate today.
Yesterday hurt.
Along with the day before that.
I'm not haunted, or dramatically morose.
But I'm waiting.
Every day.
And every day feels the same.
The faces and scenarios are different.
Maybe these memories will
Seem important or joyful
In 7 years.
Right now I don't feel them though.
Changes don't rock me.
I'm not afraid of happiness or pain,
Just the same.
I might be stuck in a rut.
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