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aura Jun 2018
when you're bruised and cut and torn,
your body knows,
and it hurts.
it's letting you know that
you're in pain.

and even when you least expect yourself to get better,
when you feel as if the pain is eternally wound underneath your bones and it has sunk into your very being,
you heal.

your body heals, as best as it can.

like the body, your feelings are the same.
the anguish, the brokenness of it all--
your body knows, and you know of it as well.
don't reject your feelings, don't reject the pain.

the way your heart breaks may not be a broken leg, but it still hurts.
don't feign as if everything is alright,
because it isn't.

let yourself heal, because you will.
like an open cut or a ghostly sore,
you will get better, despite the amount of pain you feel inside your heart right now.

your feelings heal, as best as they can.
a little ramble i did, i'm sorry if it's bad. i'm just extremely frustrated at this moment of my feelings, and i'd like to remind myself.
aura Jun 2018
now it is five in the morning
and i have not slept a wink
worries plagued my mind,
"will it pass?
will i pass?"

to which i don't know the answer to
but cannot care enough to find it
aura Jun 2018
i've only been drunk roughly four,
maybe five
significant
times,
in my life.

the first time:
out of sheer curiosity for the taste
when i was roughly 15 or so.
it was illegal,
still is.
but everyone does it.

the second time:
when i was of legal age,
thankfully.
college frat parties,
out of my mind,
(was a lightweight, still am) .
not worth the headache
i had awoken to.

the third time:
was better.
a club for the first time,
not the last.
too many one night stands ensued after.
i can't remember them coherently.

the forth:
due to regret.
if anyone told you that drinking would help you forget, it's only temporary.
solve the issue at hand.
alcohol is of no use when it only allows you to
wallow in the painful depths of where it went down and why,
all the while extremely inebriated.

my fifth?
i'm still drunk.
i'm drunk off of you,
and i don't know what to do.
this was a short ramble i had, but i wanted to try to put it in a poem format somewhat and minimized only to the significant words, except for the forth one.
aura Jun 2018
they say that
to start the healing process
of sadness
regret
and
redemption
you must start with a story.

to tell someone of
your vulnerabilities,
and to speak of them
without fear of being judged

to vocalize your own beliefs
to share your thoughts and love
and fears
and sadnesses
with someone

that is truly an art form.

maybe one day i will tell someone the story of you and i
as a process of
my own healing.
this is my most recent poem, and i'm so delighted to be able to be a part of the hellopoetry community.
aura Jun 2018
maybe
waiting for you hurts a lot more than i thought it would.
maybe
being alone with no hope
is better than being hopeful
after all.
aura Jun 2018
today it is 8AM
and my heart won't stop beating
it's full of anxiety
and hope
and love
because my little body misses you
and today you said you
might
be  
back.
aura Jun 2018
(s)
i keep looking at
our pasts
and wondering about
our future().
the open parentheses is empty, because i was praying that we'd have a future together, and not separate futures.
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