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They tell me
That I don’t need you
And I know that this
is very true
But I can’t seem to get rid of you

You are vile
for deceiving me
I thought I believed
The things you said
But in the end
I was dismayed
To learn that all your words
Were merely lies
And I wonder why
You said the things you did

For some reason
I feel that I
Need you there to tell me
Of my beauty
For I’ve always felt
Condemned to solitude
And malignant intimacy.
I miss that night
When we all got high
On the levee that September night
I sang Electric Avenue
With you as we drove down the highway

But that time is gone
And so are you
And the person I once knew
Who used to call me his doll.
Loving him is so **** hard
When I don’t know what we are anymore
I wish that we could go from the start
When everything was free and fun.

Smoking till I couldn’t walk
Lying in the car with him
As we waited for the others
The days when I was his doll
And everything I did he thought was adorable.

Now all that is abondoned
I want to regard him with contempt
But I can’t
I am not that way
And I hope that he is not either
But I never knew him so I can’t tell

I just want to talk to him
Have him answer my many questions
Tell me why he left
But he never will and I will never know
I will never be able to talk to him
never get the answers from him
No matter how much I implore
He will never talk to me again.

He will talk to her from now on
And never to me
But I understand and accept this pain
It’s better to have her happy than me
I was born to suffer in order to allow other’s happiness
They are happy
And I am not
And that is how it is supposed to be
And that is how it will always be
As a healer I must be the sufferer to know how to heal others
And I am learning that I was never meant to have him
He was a lesson that strengthened my belief
That I’m destined for solitude and exempt from intimacy
MOMMY DEAREST*
sadly,
you killed everyone in your head
including the loving person i knew,
growing up with a best friend
that ended up being my mother,
and the past twelve years i watched
as you died and the heartbreak
you caused all who loved you
and by denying the help they gave you
by denying the help you needed
to accept reality the way *we
have to,
and so as you've killed us all
and isolated yourself to the point
that i'd had to write your eulogy,
for you couldn't accept your life's detachment
from everyone, ties you severed yourself,
and that me being the only one left
left me with no choice
but to bury you six feet deeper
than the demons i created on my own
because I can't take care of yours too
in the fifth circle of hell
after I've escaped purgatory senses
and discovered my freedom's as a man.
I hope they can forgive you and you can get your wings.
I'll cry harder this year watching It's A Wonderful Life alone when that bell rings.
She felt ugly, from the inside and out
Her stomach never small enough to satisfy oneself
She turned to her side, and cried while staring at the mirror
The reflection that shown back at her, made her feel insecure
She said she wasn't hungry, as she began to starve herself
The craving that built up inside, did anything but help
The bones began to show, and her frown began to widen
Her grotesque sticklike figure, began to leave her frightened
Finally she realized, she was beautiful before
As her sticklike figure faded, and she began to eat once more
The beauty of self image is represented in this poem, through the insecurity of  your average girl. Now I wanted to write about this, because it's so common nowadays for girls to be insecure with themsellves. To be unhappy with how they look no matter how beautiful they really are. And i'm here to tell you, that if you think your ugly, then you need to think again, because you are beautiful no matter what size, shape, color, etc you are. You are perfect in your own way. :)
I got drunk on life
This time, like every time
The old trick works on me
I am just happy enough
Until I have had one too many

Then everything is buzzing
Fuzzy thoughts and accurate feelings

I carry on
As if my gut still permits it
Before promising, I learned my lesson
From overindulging.

This time, I will be more vigilant
Life tastes delicious;
But I should sip gently
Unless it is yet another hungover
From decisions I could regret long after

Then everything is buzzing
Accurate thoughts and fuzzy feelings

Drink moderately, or else I will be
Easily intoxicated
On this plethora of life experience
This time, I shall only get a little tipsy.
They say
to follow your dreams
and achieve it.
That's when I started to follow
and achieved you~
This is just something I felt like putting.
For once it's not sad.
In reality I have followed,
but hadn't achieved you.
Not yet at least.

— The End —