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don't cry
don't cry
don't ******* cry

but be honest
stay honest
stay logical
but don't stuff your emotions
be honest
be logical
don't cry
be strong
but don't push back



just don't ******* cry
 Mar 2013 Chandler Lauren
JDK
Did you have to work for your indifference
Or has it always come naturally
Because you're unnaturally calm
In the face of this catastrophe

Is one born with apathy
Or is it a lack of something else
Do you even have the capacity
To analyze yourself?

Do you have, at least, the tenacity
To process what you've felt
Because if I were you tonight, I think
I'd be foaming at the mouth
Today someone asked me
"Do you consider yourself to be a happy person?"
I told them yes
But the answer is no
Before you
I was so positive and I had a smile plastered to my face
During you
I've never felt more alive and so content
After you
I turned into this self-loathing excuse for a girl
who once had eyes that shined so bright
I turned dull and lifeless
and sad
and not happy
And I don't want to be that person anymore
I want to be the me I was before you
The version of myself that I loved the most
That you loved the most
And not because I want you back
But because I want myself back
You are nothing
Nothing but a memory
Like an old book lying dusty on a shelf
And I am something
Something worth it
For someone who can see that
I don't hold anything against you
In fact
I love you
And I will always love you
But I will never be in love with you again
Because I am better than this
I am better than what I put myself through
I am better than my scar scattered thighs
I am better than the pages of hatred I wrote about myself
I am better than you
But she is better for you
And I wish you all the happiness in the world
I let go of you a long time ago
But I never stopped blaming myself
Until now
And maybe toward the end I was ******* crazy
But I guess love makes you do ******* crazy things
And someday
Someone will love that about me
It wasn't you.
It was never you.
That's okay.
I'm okay.
And I'm about to be a lot better.
So ******* world
**** the people who put me down
**** myself for putting me down
And ******* for not seeing what you're missing
Because I'm something worth missing
I'm worth it.
I am.
I.R.G
eat your heart out.
-
crack another thermometer open
on the broken bathroom sink,
pour yourself into me like mercury
and pan the bed of my stomach
for multitudes of gold flecks
like however many myriads
of sickly pill bottles in your
dresser drawer of socks.
-
see all
the shredded speckled petals
i ripped up before i'd let
the deer get to them;
i'm colorblind,
and i can't tell
the sun's reflection from plastic,
or tulips from the broken
pottery outside my front door.
-
and far least from another beer,
and another fifth of whatever
could be fit under your shirt
-
and never a chair pulled up to speak,
from standing like a soapbox
more suited to cleaning
than to preaching.
-
pour yourself into me like mercury,
because it's so much easier
when my veins weigh me down
to distraction, than being able
to think of hydrangeas again.
-
I love baseball.
The smell of the grass, the crack of the bat, the pop of ball hitting mitt.
I love baseball.
The friendship, the camaraderie, the seed shells littering the ground.
I love baseball.
From behind home plate, to the on deck circle, to the bullpen in right center field.
I love the fist bumps I recieve, entering the dug out after a well placed sac-bunt.
I love the hollers and cheers when the ball flies over the fence.
I love seeing the other players and knowing they love the same things as me.
Standing on the top step of the dug out, impatiently waiting for my spot in the lineup.
I love watching my shortstop tag out runner after runner.
I love my pitcher hitting his spots and I love our left fielder diving for pop flies.
I love catching and blocking ***** in the dirt.
I love the bruises I find on my body after every game.
I love keeping my foot on home plate before throwing over to first on a double play.
I love seeing the lights and hearing the cheers, knowing they're for me, my team, my sport.
I love baseball.
Wiping the webs and dew from my withered eye*
Centuries under Luna's light
Red and yellow fade back into the grey
Knowledge is color
Absorbed by the grey
And forgotten at sunrise

Collidescope stars shoot through cornea openings
Twinkling displays expose that silhouette
His silhouette
After many rotations I will search for him again

Iridescent light bursts through the grey
Now that the radiant oil warps my eyes
With collective vision
And sweaty palms
I reach into his shadows
And stick my hand inside the sand
To pull on the strings of whatever was and whatever will be
And become everything and nothing one a finger at a time
From the sea soaked dust of time
I'm just a **** up
It's been six years since I saw you last
And I have nothing to update you
With
My life is exactly
The ******* same.

I'm just a **** up
You've got kids now you say
Bright blue eyes and bouncing curls
You're happy now
You say
You've found it all
The secret to life.

I'm just a **** up
But I don't tell you that
I fake a smile and act like
I'm okay too
Like my whole ******* life
Worked out the day you
Walked out
Like I've got secrets of my own
To keep.

But all you really need to know
Is that I kept dealing
Kept slinging around this ****
Like I had something valuable
To sell
Kept crying on subways
Like my life was something
To ***** about.

All you really need to know
Is that I'm still a ****** up
**** up
And I miss you.
And I guess I should be happy
That my partner in crime
Has found someone
To tame him
Finally.

But I miss you so ******* much
So what do you say?
How about we **** this one up
For old times sake?
Get a cup of coffee, roll a jay
And spit one right back
In life's ugly little face?

Kids you say? Three?
How'd they like a step-monster
Just like me?
I'm the kind of influence
They really need
Someone has to teach them
That one day
They'll have the honor of saying

*I'm just a **** up.
Every child you see has a future. It's probably ugly. So hold onto the innocence as long as you can, before they turn out to be someone just like me.
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