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 Aug 2014 Brielle O'Brien
Rj
Repairs
 Aug 2014 Brielle O'Brien
Rj
That monent when you want to cuddle
But when you reach there's no one there
Because we all have that struggle
To find someone that truly cares
Because if anyone would just jump in
Maybe take a chance
More than a spark would be ignited
To create a soft romance
And that empty hole inside you
Would slowly begin to fill
As you and that person, hand in hand
Repair eachother by will
Why is it we change our views as soon as we meet certain people.
Why?
This is for all the broken people in the world...
I love you
What's worse:
Having love and losing it
or
Never finding it in the first place?
 Aug 2014 Brielle O'Brien
calion
I have this really bad habit of not getting angry.
I don't allow myself to.
I shut down all human emotions.
Like when a friend treats me like a backup plan, a just-in-case friend,
I just shut down.
I begin yelling at myself in the mirror, imagining that it's my friend I'm looking at and not me and really if they were here there'd be no problem,
but before I get done with the first sentence,
I stop.
Breathe.
Feel nothing again.
Maybe it's because I think so little of myself.
Even expressing negative reactions toward a friend makes me less of a person and a super ****** friend.
Maybe, I've always lined up with my friend's favorite person in believing
"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."
Because if they try,
I get back at them by not feeling at all.
I like this poem. But, before she yells at me, I'd like to say, Madison, I'm really not mad. I just overreacted and the more I wrote the angrier it sounded.
It hurt so much when you said I should hate you.
Cuz that's the problem, I still care so much about you.
You're an idiot, you're selfish,
You say I'm stupid but you're the one who's foolish.
You said you were terrified-
That things would change, that you'd hurt me.
Well now you can't look me in the eyes,
Ever since you said we weren't something that's lasting.
I asked what I did, what made you so unhappy?
You used the old cliché "Babe, it's not you, it's surely just me."
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