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My body
My horrid body
My awful dreadful body
My body no one dares to see
I cover it to even keep it from me
The scars and cracks the rips and tares
I feel as though no one is there.
This is my first poem on here so I'm nervous so give me as much feed back as you want but please be nice
May you bow to no God,
But live in the heart of Sadness.
May you Fear no Enemy
From Without or Within.
May you Grow and Try harder,
Climb Higher,
Each Moment
And Sleep
The Sleep
Of a Babe.
May you Be.
May you Love and Be Loved, and
Love harder Each Moment.
May you Die and
Die the Death of a Babe.
And then Live to Love More.
Amen.
I'm an atheist, but sometimes I pray anyway.
My pillow feels my tears
My walls hear my cry.
But really they don't know why.
Why I hurt
Why I Cry
Why I scream
As I lie,
In my bed, but not alone.
See my thoughts are always with me.
And it's a constant fight.
Wish they would leave and
Not haunt me tonight.
Montana Modderman © 2013.
The first time your hand fit into mine was in September
At the homecoming dance
I wore a black dress and heels that hurt my feet
You wore a bow tie and a smile that could light up a room
And you asked me to dance with you for a song
You spun me until I got too dizzy to spin anymore
Then brought me a punch and a chocolate chip cookie
And sat on the floor with me in the back of the room
And talked faster than the beat of the music
As we watched everyone else dance the night away

The first time you called me yours was in October
At the fall festival
I wore a bright red scarf, and your hoodie because I forgot mine
So I let you wear my hat because your ears were cold
And you bought me a popcorn
After I lost the cake walk using the tickets you gave me
And I tried to toss pieces into your mouth
But I kept missing, and hit your nose instead
Then you pulled me to the bounce houses
And we jumped around like little kids again
And we laughed louder than the sound of the autumn wind in the trees

The first time you met my parents was in November
At my house, when you came over to do all my favorite things with me
I wore my favorite plaid shirt, the one you liked on me
You wore a striped shirt and your favorite sneakers with the colors on the sole
And we watched our favorite cartoons and ate cookie dough on the sofa
We made silly faces at my camera in the car on the way to your house
Where you played piano for me and your little brother wasn’t wearing a shirt
And I met your dog and your little sister that you love very much
And that day we talked about the future, our future
As we looked at the giant map on the wall and dreamed of cities far away from here

The first time you told me you loved me was in December
At the fountains in the mall
When we went to the movies
Where I wore my glasses that matched yours, because you liked them on me
And snuck sandwiches and chips into the theatre in my bag
And we bought a box of candy and a soda together
After you carried me to the box office on your back then paid for my ticket
And we laughed all through the film
Then quoted it all the time afterwards
And in our photo together our eyes shone brighter than the Christmas lights on the tree
In the center of the shopping plaza

The first time we went a day without speaking was in January
At school
When I didn’t see you at lunch, because you were sitting with someone else
I brushed it off until it happened again
And again
And again
Then you asked me why I didn’t call you or stay to talk to you for long
And I told you why
Then you apologized and I thought everything would be the same
But it wasn’t, because nothing changed
And our eyes grew colder towards each other like the cold air blowing on the window

The first time you broke my heart was in February
When I realized we had both done each other wrong
And neither of us could bring ourselves to say sorry
I stopped wearing the shirt you gave me
And you kept the journal that we used to write letters to each other in
Then our friends turned into my friends
And they stopped asking the two of us to come to the movies,
Only telling me to come
And now each other’s names are as foreign as the countries
We used to dream of visiting together
And our eyes glaze over each other as if we never knew the other’s deepest secrets
And as if you never promised me forever

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