sandy gallagher: Poems

3:33am

sandy gallagher May 2015

3:33am

3:33am is when the time is
too early to be night
and too late to be day
when i miss you the most.
i don't know whether to pull the memories closer
or throw them away farther from me,
father than where you are now
if that's even possible.
it's too early to have anything in my head
but you take over the whole space,
and it's too late to put your
    laughter
       and smile
           and kindness
               and just overall perfection
back into my heart
but you fit so right.
all i know is that i miss you
and i just know it hurts a lot.

a conversation with the boy who stole my heart and ran away

sandy gallagher May 2015

a conversation with the boy who stole my heart and ran away

me: i hate the words "i miss you"
him: why?
me: because it means that you were
gone in the first place.
him: ...
him: i love the words "i miss you"
me: why?
him: because it means that you love
me even when i'm not there

i don't know

sandy gallagher May 2015

i don't know

i don't know what you see in me
or what you have seen in me
to get you to love me in the first place
because i'm
      broken
          worthless
                and everything you're not.

i don't know why you're still here supporting me
when you should have left
to support yourself
because you're
         beautiful
              understanding
                   and everything i'm not.

i don't know why you love me
and words can't describe how much i love you for just that.

but you're the only one who i know will say that i fit with you
when we both know that i'm the unnecessary broken piece.
but thank you for tucking me where i belong.

written on the spot for a special friend who lifted me up just so my spirits could be higher than her own

#love #depression #friendship #help #support #wattpad #amna

mending hearts

sandy gallagher Apr 2016

mending hearts

Because in the end,
you'll be another broken heart
that I mended with my own.
We trade pieces of us, you see,
but I found more love from people
who also try to mend me
as I mend them.

onwards

sandy gallagher Jul 2018

onwards

he will always be my heartbreak,
the muse that comes with every unsung melody
of a new lover.

he will always be the scar that permeates
through every touch
and piece of love that others give
now that he is gone and out of reach.

he will always be bittersweet,
and though i have moved onto better palletes,
i will always still have a taste for his words
that gave me the wings to write my own.

for the same boy i've been writing about since 2014
(i also wrote this within a couple of minutes w/o edits, please forgive me)

#heartbreak #love

she is far away

sandy gallagher Jan 2017

she is far away

she smiled in a jubilee of lights telling me we were going to be okay, like she was absolutely sure of it almost as much as she was sure of her own happiness. i wasn't sure of my own, but i knew she made me happy so i shined as well.

for my perfect light in the quiet dark

sound of death

sandy gallagher Jun 2015

sound of death

i am the sound of death
when i take sharp breaths that threaten to stop
when my heart beats in rebellion to my mind
when i speak lies and wind up my dark thoughts
when you can hear my melancholy sounds of laughter
when my sheets rustle when i hide from everything
because one more step and i'm not just the sound anymore
i am death.

#depression #sadness #death

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