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Bridget Allyson Jun 2015
I hate beaches.
My mother always liked them.
They were so cold and lonely.
The water was too salty.
Why did she like them?
Because it was lonely.

People like things that are bad for them.
She was addicted to the loneliness,
I had a friend addicted to *******.
Another, addicted to cigarettes.
And I'm addicted to pain.

Sometimes, more often than not,
I give myself nightmares.
Just so I would cry.
The throb of my heart,
The swelling of my throat,
I enjoy that.

I give the pain to myself so much
That I want to punch it out of me.
Then I wonder why I do it.

I guess that's what addiction is.
You know it reeks havoc on you.
But you still want it.
  Jun 2015 Bridget Allyson
BF
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Comparisons hurt
Especially when
you're lesser
Bridget Allyson Jun 2015
So this isn't a poem... But I've decided to ask on here (Instead of keep asking on instagram: @Maybeiloveyoutoo)
I'm looking for someone to do a collab with. Either poetry or a story. Right now I'm looking for a call & response kind of poetry collab. And for a story I'm open to ideas, just keep in mind writing crime and gore, or even ****** content is hard and uncomfortable for me.
So,  any takers? Just message me!
Any poems written will be put on my HelloPoetry and instagram account. And as for the story, if it is finished, I will put it on my Wattpad.
(Will give half credit to you)

I'll end this with an exert I just finished writing.
"Don't you want to fall in love?" She looked at him with hope in her eyes.
"Love is a fairytale," he replied, looking up to the evening sky.
"Fairytales don't sound so bad right now," she frowned. He looked down at her. His face showed no emotion.
"Yes, they do," he said, "If you go into a fairytale, then you won't see the reality that lies in front you."
"Then let me live a beautiful lie," she whispered.
  May 2015 Bridget Allyson
Sophie
Tonight,
I don't see any stars
yet
I.* do. see. it.
*in you.
Bridget Allyson May 2015
The soul he needs,
It should be wise.
It should be sweet.
It should care.
Their feelings should be strong, but not too overwhelming.
It must like the closeness of his body.
The soul he needs,
Must be strong.
It must be tender.
The soul he needs,
Should be a soul like his.
About my boyriend
Bridget Allyson May 2015
Pain keeps me
From losing myself.
It reminds my heart,
that it likes to beat.
It reminds my lungs,
To never stop breathing.
Pain keeps me here.
Grounded.
Sane.
Happy.
Bridget Allyson May 2015
They geared up,
And flew away.
They fought.
They fell.
And they'll be remembered.
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