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I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
Abby Cunningham Mar 2020
it’s 3 am and i’m thinking of you
the smell of your sweatshirt and your huge smile too
the walk to my house at 1:32
the kisses you gave me before i knew

it’s 3am and i’m thinking of you
you said she was nothing you would pursue
but you and she still had a rendezvous
and now i’m sitting here with tears in my eyes that i’ve burst into

it’s 3am and i’m thinking of you
the mistakes i made and the chances you blew
i wish we could go back to before we fell through
but now i’m sitting here feeling simply blue
different style than what i usually write, felt good to change it up a little bit.
Abby Cunningham Feb 2020
today i put sheets on my bed
not a big deal to most
today i picked clothes up off of my floor
not a big deal to most
today i put clothes in the hamper
not a big deal to most
today i washed my blankets and clothes
not a big deal to most
today i washed my hair and face
not a big deal to most
but today i made progress
today i took care of myself
today i broke through two months of brokenness
today i took a step to recovery
today was a big deal to me
haven’t had sheets on my bed in two months. but i cleaned my room and made my bed and felt good.
Abby Cunningham Dec 2019
hours of fighting over text
times i cried over you
months since it happened
the rank you gave me out of ten
weeks it took me to come out of my room
wasted times we snuck out to kiss under the stars
months of my time wasted
boys i tried to get over you with
people who told me before you confessed
girl whose body you decided was worth more than me in whole
Abby Cunningham Jul 2019
your eyes are blue
while mine are just brown
you always told me mine were prettier
and i always disagreed

somewhere along the way
i guess i started believing you
seeing a million hues inside my eyes
instead of the plainness i was used to

one day you made me feel worthless
and commented on how pretty my eyes looked later
but i guess her eyes were prettier and you needed more than brown

now you’re gone and i’m still here
hating the eyes that you loved and missing yours
this sounds really stupid reading it back but this for the boy who made me feel like the prettiest girl in the world until he found someone he thought was pretty enough to cheat.
Abby Cunningham Dec 2018
we cannot keep doing this.
every few months.
a new message-
another incident-
a new problem-
a new love-
another breakup-
old feelings.
who gave you the right to walk back into my life?
who told you that you could just come back and act as if nothing had happened?
why say something when you don’t act on it?
why bring it up at all if you are just going to disappoint once again?
don’t tease me.
i’m tired of playing these games.
wondering what you want.
wondering if you’ll take me back or if you’re going to leave yet again.
don’t ghost me.
“i still love you.”
then act like it.
you can’t tell me that and then not elaborate on it.
don’t leave me guessing.
will he come back?
will he respond?
or is he going to be done by tomorrow?
it’s like you don’t see how i’m feeling.
i know that i’ve told you.
i’m tired of getting caught in this ****.
tell me what you want.
stop making me guess.
i still love you.
and i don’t hide it.
so why do you take it back every other week?
- the one who loved you too much
Abby Cunningham Apr 2017
i am tired.
i am tired of seeing the way people are unrightfully treated.
i am tired of sitting around and pretending that you have not affected me.
i am tired of hiding problems and tucking them away like it's no big deal.  
i am tired of feeling awful.
i am tired of being sad.
i am tired of not being able to order my own food at a restaurant for the fear that someone will judge me if i stutter. which i will.
i am tired of a lot of things.
"how are you?" a kind acquaintance asks.
"tired," i immediately shoot back.
a popular response.
fraught with worries.
drowned by despair.
devoid of energy.
too tired to sleep.
"how are you feeling? what's up?"
you don't care.
you're just trying to be friendly.
and i'm too tired to be friendly back.
physically speaking, i'm exhausted.
mentally speaking, i'm distressed and exhausted and anxious.
i'm tired of lying.
i'm tired of trying.
i'm tired of sighing.
i feel like i'm dying.
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