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 Aug 2017 Brittany nicole Smith
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What if our hearts had color

What would mine be

What would yours be

Would mine light up around you

Or become clouded

I want to believe it glows

I want to believe its strong

But that would be a lie

I know it in my heart

Pun intended
please forgive my bad humor
i don't miss you because you treated me like dirt
i just felt so hurt,
we had good times
but being honest you committed too many crimes

i don't miss you because you made me feel alone
you'd say i always moan
but did you ever think that i was saying something other than white noise
people would say they're just boys
but did you ever listen
as i opened the gates to my mind
or were you just blind and resigned

i don't miss you
but i keep falling through the same avenue
i don't know what i am supposed to do
but i know i'm through with you

i don't miss you
but why am i the one who feels numb
whilst you haunt my night
and rob me of my hindsight
because in the sunlight
i don't miss you,  but at midnight
all i seem to write about is how much i miss you with my spite
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You say you don't believe in ghosts,
And yet you've met so many,
For what you don't seem to know,
Is they're not folklore or silver fairies,

Ghosts are simply things,
We can't seem to let go,
Like moments in your past,
Where you revealed the colors of your soul,

Ghosts are only nightmares,
That haunt us in our sleep,
They are the hearts that we have broken,
They are secrets we want to keep,

A ghost could be a person,
Who has cut you deeply to the core,
They're often things we've seen,
That left us bloodied, raw, and sore,

Don't you see that ghosts aren't people,
Who have come up from the dead,
Ghosts are only memories,
Swirling blackness in your head,

So now you know the truth,
And we've only found one cure,
Find someone who you love,
Let them in through your souls door,

If your give your darkest shadows,
To a person you can trust,
Then you both can share your darkness,
And your ghosts will change to dust.
You ask me
To go for a swim,
But you stand there
Treading water
As I drown
In the
Deep
End

© JL Smith
There's something quite poetic
In the way in which a bee dies.
Once it's stung its victim,
It's almost as though it can't take
That it has caused somebody else pain.
So it dies.
Just like that.
I can't remember the day we met
I only remember the invite you sent
It was amazing what we held
It even was the best *** I ever had
You are my lust with a touch of pain
I tried to build something but all in vain
Because you are the blues you are my pain
I miss you so much, I miss you eyes
Because you are the blues you are my pain
I dream of you and I love your strain
You are the blues and you are my pain
I met someone, I lost someone
We were never an inch
closer; to what could have been.
A repetitive game of trying to reach
Is it my fault I spread myself too thin?

A close second to be yours
Thinking all the spaces were filled
You got me for two years,
all locked up and unfulfilled.

Done crossing the finished line
Came in last and unsurprised
You were never mine.
I went home with no prize.
This time I'm more certain of letting you go.
'What if I care more than everyone?' she asked.
'What if I have more feelings?'
'What if I feel pain more deeply?'
'What if I put my heart in completely?'
'What if no-one cares or listens?'

'What really matters anyways?'

But no-one answers...
There's a hole in my chest,
doesn't let me pray, bother or rest,
takes away my rhythm, wonder and zest;
makes me feel the worst, but makes me do the best.

There's a hole where my heart used to be.
I sacrificed bliss so I could set it free.
I gave away trust for truth I wanted to see,
died away in uncertainty so truth I could be.

There's a hole in my soul where love should be found
'cause I traded all my secrets so I could go underground,
sacrificed my words so I could master speaking in sounds;
hoping that my purpose would soon come around.

There's a hole in my gaze wherever I go,
I gave away my ignorance because I wanted to grow,
gave away my innocence so I could be bold,
surrendered to life but left without a hand to hold.
The scary part about those nights where the voices get too loud is the screaming to yourself in the hope that the demons leave. They scream at me “WHAT’S YOUR PURPOSE” and that I am worthless, but scarier still is when you start to believe them.
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