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Sara Leal Jan 2018
When you look me up close you see nothing.
That's what I want people to know.
Nothing about me.
That's how it should be.
Better not knowing, than knowing and judging.
English Version.
  Jan 2018 Sara Leal
empty seas
I can feel it
can you feel it too?
the possibility fills my mind
I'm not quite certain
it hasn't happened yet
but I've done the impossible
I can do it again
the excitement in my head
it's squeezing my heart
I don't think I'll properly breathe until this is over
daydreaming, fantasies
put in my head three years ago
who knew such a throwaway suggestion
would capture my mind?
eagerly awaiting an email with rocks in my stomach
I really hope this works
I've mostly floated through my life
but now
I want to take charge
possibilities make me reckless
when I'm usually so cautious
but right now I think it's alright
because for once
I'm excited
I might be able to pull it out
  Jan 2018 Sara Leal
lyka
It seems I write best
when I am a little broken
The cracks allowing escape
of feelings unspoken
Getting by one poem at a time
Sara Leal Jan 2018
I'm tired.
Not tired enough to die,
Just tired enough to quit.
Quit of everything I have,
Because I have a lot of stuff,
That should hold me to life,
But it doesn't.
I know it will hurt if I don't have them anymore,
A lot.
But pain is what keeps telling me "I'm **** alive",
When I don't want to.
Does that change anything?
Do I change anything with my existence?
I know I do,
But I'll keep deceiving myself,
Because they are not the changes I wanted.
Some refletion of how I feel right now.
English Version.
  Jan 2018 Sara Leal
alexa
i'm sorry i seem weak to you.
i'm sorry you're not used to swimming in my brash words,
my confidence in myself.
i'm sorry you're intimidated by me,
by my successes and dreams for a future you're not included in.
i'm sorry you couldn't see me for the beautiful person i am;
i'm sorry you didn't learn earlier that i do not tolerate abuse.
but mostly i apologize to myself
for putting my body through the kind of pain it went through,
the kind of pain i called loving you.
let me write again
how much i love you
how much i miss you when your gone
let me write a song for you
only the angels could sing this song
let me whisper on your neck
let my breath consume you
the way your breath
consumes me
on your
body
let
me
write
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