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Sickness listens to us sigh.
Sniggering snidely as we die.
Seeking our soul as we comply.

But still I live
And yet I am not alive.
I am the queen of what ifs
Sitting on a throne of could've beens

My fears are my loyal subjects
Escorting my dreams to the gallows

My ambitions are now prisoners
To my court of procrastination

I, the queen
Reign over all of this regret
May we never forget

I, The Queen ©


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Written and shared on Hello Poetry on January 11, 2016. Copywrite and all rights reserved under Bianca Reyes
What is love
Such a small yet complex word
Holding so much or lil emotion
The kind of love
So what is Love in dollar signs
Patch it up with a price tag
Than what's the cost of a broken heart
Shattered pieces for a penny's price
Not quite a dollar will do
Pay a high sum and play doctor
Fare for a new heart
Stick it in and sew it up
A mentality of
"High levy paid will make it all better"
When are we ever going to learn
Money does not fix brokeness
I will be turning myself in today
Life in prison awaits me
Must say I definitely deserve it
I killed a girl and I'd do it again
She would fill my head with ideas
Telling me I was worthless
Saying I should just disappear
Maybe she was right all along
But when I saw her in the mirror
My blood boiled and it enraged me
So I suffocated her one quiet night
Drowned her negativity with my pillow
Saw the malice in her eyes fade and die
Never again will she drag me down
For I am a better person now
I killed the woman in my mind
The one that said I was a waste of space
The one that said I'd never inspire
She didn't know what I was capable of
I was capable of loving myself
I killed the side of me that didn't love
Written on January  13, 2016 and shared via Hello Poetry on January 14, 2016. Copywrite belongs  to Bianca Reyes.
 Jan 2016 Zack Gilbert
Kj
dating a writer
is like guessing the weather.
you think you know what you'll get,
but you never do.

you never know
because

she'll create a hero
from your weaknesses

and she'll write a great character,
from every last flaw.

she'll create a thousand plots  
from your worst nightmares.

she'll take every last thing you hate
and create something you'll love.

she'll turn your anger
into confessions of adoration,

and she'll make you,
everything you're not.

but worst of all,
she'll leave you wondering-
is it you she's in love with,
or things she's created from you?

but here's the beauty of it:

if you date a writer,
you'll never die.
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