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I hide pieces of myself
Wrapped up in a bow
Anything so you can’t see
The broken me underneath

My sender forgot to mark me
Handle with care
I’ve been damaged
Lost in transit

When I finally arrive
At your feet
I hope you  can look past the cracks
And cherish my pieces
 Aug 2018 Brieona Newman
Kellin
I was a fool
to give
my heart
to someone
so
careless
 Feb 2018 Brieona Newman
alexa
you will never be forgotten.
ever.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.
i am a bath towel i am
always fresh and clean
and ready for your use
you hold me up close to your
unblemished skin
dry it
and take in the scent of the
lavender soap
that you used to wash me yesterday

i am a bath towel i am
never out of place
forever on your rack
when i am *****
you soak me with water
twist it dry
repeat until done
fresh
crisp and clean
on your body
soaking in your intimacy
soak, twist, repeat

i am a bath towel i am
always listening
never speaking
cleansing your anguish and your
worries
with my sanitary
i have seen all your scars
and oh!
i wish i could rinse them from you
like i do with the lipstick on your cheek
given from your last lover

i am a bath towel i am
always going to be
at your side
there to cleanse
there to wash
but will you ever let
my soft fabric
wrap around your heart
so full of spring blossoms and
summer skies
and keep it as my own?
I basically wrote this at 2 in the morning when I couldn't sleep, and I'm not even sure if I did this right and all that. So I would really appreciate it if you have any advice for me on this one!
heat escaped from your arm to mine
I needed to feel your warmth one last time
but as the temperature of your body
steadily declined
so did the light
in my eyes
our goodbye
 Dec 2017 Brieona Newman
zero
I don't know how to tell my parents I'm struggling.
Because one minute I'm a giggling
12 year old,
sleeping over at friends houses,
laughing at nothing,
eating junk food
and watching horror movies,
the next minute I'm a bumbling
17 year old,
and someone has pulled the plug out of my bath,
I'm cold and shaking,
alone in a cylinder cube that's spinning and spinning
and spinning out of control,
I can't move my arms because of the speed,
it's throwing me in directions I never knew existed
until now,
as I'm cascading down a waterfall,
plummeting to the ends of the earth,
I scream for mercy at a God I don't know,
and wish I attended church once a week,
prayed to a religion I don't believe,
just to feel comfort wrap their arms around me,
but still, amidst the wreckage
and the bendy, broken bones
and my calloused feet from running around in my head all day,
I pull myself up,
shake my head and watch as my tears fall
from my face, just like the dust from my hair,
and I take a bath,
and I continue.
Even though I ache and I cry,
and I feel I could die,
I soldier on throughout the wind and the rain,
and as the hail falls forth from the skies,
and pandora's box opens
I scream:
"Yes! I made it!"
because I had gotten up that morning and attended my morning classes,
even though I have shapes and welts where the hail had hit,
I still laugh like I'm
12 years old again.
I bandage my wounds,
and watch as they scar,
and although I hide them,
and slander and name call them,
I kiss them now and again to
make sure they heal.
Because I can't be sure when someone will
kiss me to make me recover,
so I kiss myself to sleep every night,
and tell myself I'm worthy of it.
Just so I can wake up and smile.

To a world that's spinning out of my control.
Reach for help,
we will reach back.
-H.xo
Yesterday I loved you
And the day before too
But the last time you loved me was about a year or two
You had the eyes of the ocean
The perfect color blue
And it's funny because now that blue is always my mood
Your soul just soaked into mine like the sea
And now everywhere I look you're all I can see
I'm begging you to just let my love free
I'm begging you to just set me free
Because yesterday I loved you
And the day before too
But when you set me free
All I have is to love me
I spend everyday
Thinking about when

When will this pain end
When will it end for us
When will you see
That you are all I need
All I need to stay

Your beautiful skin
The warmth that I just cant seem to grasp

You can't see
That you are just so **** beautiful
All of the world can't compare

Darling, I love you
And you are now all I have that makes me stay

Every breath that you take
Is another I am willing to breath
Thanks for letting me live
I wrote this as my first poem. Sadly, the girl I wrote this for might never understand this. I will be fine though as long as she is happy.

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