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890 · Feb 2018
Untitled
Clary Feb 2018
Heartbroken
Heartbroke
Heartbrok
Heartbro
Heartbr
Heartb
Heart
Hear
Hea
He
H
Hu
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Hung
Hungr
HUNGRY.
379 · Feb 2018
i hate u
Clary Feb 2018
i hate you
please don't ever say that
i still care about you
because
i can’t
tell yourself that
i have moved on
don't think that
my heart still beats for you
it was always true
because
i never had faith in us
it was absurd when you said that
i missed the memories
it hurt that
i even had the luck to meet someone like you
but i am relieved that
you were heartbroken
never have felt
my heart beats for you anyway
i just knew that
our stars are crossed
i was very upset that
you still liked me
and i didn't care whether
i did hold on to you
it's the sad truth:
i fell for you in the first place
but i can clearly remember
i got over the guilt
it would be great if
you didn’t look back
it hurts me deeply that
i really liked you
because it's pretty obvious that
i hated you
it's not true that
my own soul was scarred,
but i know
I had thought with uneasiness,
“i did this to you
i ruined you”
This is a reverse poem, please try reading it line by line, back to the top. :)
326 · Feb 2018
Concerns
Clary Feb 2018
I see how fast the days are passing by,
as there’s so much that’s been on my mind,
soon I’ll be sixteen, eighteen, then twenty,
with a mind so clueless of where to be.

I may be just fourteen,
but it really concerns me,
everyone asks how I’ll be,
in my upcoming twenties.

I’ll have to be educated,
find a job that suits me,
one that also pays off well,
then a happy healthy family.

“Keep your eyes wide open
for a bright future ahead,
do not disappoint us”,
my parents said.

I’ve been questioned so many times
that I am now so worried,
soon I’ll be sixteen, eighteen, then twenty,
with a mind so clueless of where to be.
Go with the flow.
286 · Feb 2018
Past
Clary Feb 2018
I gave you chances but you threw them away,
I'm more than the sum of my parts I've to say,
You broke me then,
Broke me again,
But I hid my shattered parts away.
I was as “broken” as a young teen can get, but this’s partly inspired by “Flipped”, by Wendelin Van Draanen.

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