Annie Heller: Poems

6.6k · Mar 2013

Annie Heller Mar 2013

The blue color of the Forget me not
Reflects the blue felt in a heart
When the person you love the most
has forgotten you're their other part.

Forget me not I beg
It is for you I care the most
It is my arms I thought forever
Would be your loyal host.

I love you like the summer sun
Adores the summer sky
It only leaves when the moon is up
Or clouds close up and cry.

Forget me not, I love you
How could you forget me dear?
Your love is my protection
And your rejection, my fear.

You and I have made it
We cried and hit and fought
But through it all I've fallen
So please love, forget me not.

1.6k · Mar 2013

Dear you.

Annie Heller Mar 2013

Dear you.

Dear you,

Hush my love, don't tell a soul
only to me, silent and dull.
You and I are meant to be
in secret you and me.
My darling I want for you to know
I only wish for our love to grow.
Truly my most precious lie
is my secret love, you are my guy.
Baby please stay true to me
and though we love secretly
Secret love is strong as most
without pressure and the need to boast
We love and laugh day by day
in ever-lasting love, I pray.
I love you darling, with my whole heart
from our secret love, I will not part.

Love Me.

Quickly written love poem

530 · Mar 2013

Red Pain

Annie Heller Mar 2013

Red Pain

Pain flows red from my body
dripping across my skin
painting it
staining it with my sorrows
making a mess, bigger than the one that I already am
or that is in my mind.
My stomach clenches and turns
my breath comes in shaky heaves
while my eyes sting with tears that flow from my eyes
like the red.
My ears ring with the words said
and my heart beats to the rhythm,
Not good enough
My fingers twitch
their secure grip tightens around the scissors I hold.
The scissors that poise to release
my red pain onto my skin
and out into the cruelty of the world
that threatens to break my skin and my sanity.

Pain is a frequent visitor in my life.

425 · Mar 2013

Insomnia

Annie Heller Mar 2013

Insomnia

I hate how my mind wanders, while I lie in bed at night.
Where does it go?
Why does it leave me a shell of a person? Left tossing and turning, every worst case, every heart break, every little worry pouring in to fill the hole in my head left by my ever wandering mind.
where does it go?
How can it leave me here to drown in my own self-conciousness and pain, in my sorrows and worries. How can it look upon me, buried in broken dreams and wander off. How can it let me lose sleep over nothing at all.
Where does it go?
When the sun tumbles through my window, faint and nosy, opening my eyes with cruelty and ease I find my mind back where it belongs. But the worries, the sorrow stays tucked in the depths of my mind and pushed into my heart. Oh why must my mind wander...
Where does it go?

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