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Bree Sexton Mar 8
Thank you.
I'll never forget the times you made me laugh and especially the times you made me cry.
I hold our memories close, the good and the bad,
the truth and definitely the lies.
Thank you for leaving me.
Thank you for the wake up call I needed to get my life together.
I wasn't perfect, you weren't either.
We were toxic, as most lovers who aren't ready for each other yet are.
That's okay. It's okay. I'm okay.
I'm better now than I've ever been before, and I owe a lot of that to you.
You pointed out my flaws and let me know the truth.
It may have hurt at the time, but now I know I eternally thank you.
I'm finally happy. With myself. With my life.
I can look at the mirror and say, "Hey, I love you."
I can wake up in the morning and actually leave my bed.
Life got harder when you first left, but it's easier than ever now.
You made me into the person I always needed to be.
Maybe it was too late for you, too late for us. But it was never too late for me.
To the boy who broke my heart, I have extreme gratitude. I could never and would never hate you or speak ill of your name.
You saved my life.
And I wish you the best.
Thank you.
Signed the girl who found herself because she lost you.
A poem I wrote after hearing soul crushing news.
Bree Sexton Jan 27
He's my favorite poet
but he doesn't write his words
with pen or paper
instead he breathes them into my neck
while painting me
with the smooth touch of his lips
His hands glide over my body
effortlessly and smooth
while he sculpts out my figure
better than Michelangelo
ever could
He is my favorite artist
and I am his favorite piece
but I am afraid
that all art must be finished
one day
B.S.
Bree Sexton Dec 2014
Do you know what it feels like
to be all alone
screaming your loudest
but not being heard?
You're drowning in this ocean
with boats all around
no one seems to help
they're just watching you drown.
Do you know what it feels like
to be all alone
facing a terror
you're forced to call home?
The water fills your lungs
and you can hardly breathe
gasping for your last breath
you feel almost relieved.
Do you know what it feels like
to be all alone
letting the darkness win
and entering the unknown?
The ocean has swallowed you
and you cannot swim
but that doesn't matter
because you let it win.
A poem I wrote a little over a year ago. I wrote this on the back of a bathroom stall during one of my dark times in life but I made it. I learned to swim.

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