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 Apr 2020
vonny
you're hurt

i can see that

you've become a cynical mess

people are evil

but i know that's how

you get your energy 

hold my hand

i'll hold it tightly

and never let it go

you've brought the sunlight back

just let me help you

i could if you let me in

i'm hurt, too

i give too many people weapons

to hurt my broken heart

but we can see the good in it

if i'm by your side

we can discover galaxies

we can lead the universe 

you and i
this poem has two meanings. i wrote this about the two cynical people i knew at the time. one was my boyfriend at the time, and the other was my toxic narcissistic friend. it was mainly written with my boyfriend in mind, but i put hints of stuff about my other friend, too. i cared very deeply about both of these people. i wanted to help them.
 Apr 2020
vonny
we've gone from strangers in the dark

the nighttime glow of excitement 

fingers brushing

faces flushing



now things are different

i hold a warmer hand

i don't look at you the same way

my heart's not racing like before



though i don't long for our previous intimacy

the kisses and warmth are forever gone

i miss you achingly

our late night evening conversations without hearts rushing



the care we shared for each other was pure

although the heat is gone

i did this to myself

i lost a best friend
i wrote this about a boy i used to love. i missed his friendship deeply, even if i was happier with a new relationship
 Apr 2020
vonny
The raging waters inside were too much,
Black waves crashing at every shoreline
The scared girl has yet to stop it and such,
The stormy clouds would not let the sun shine

She’s pacing and pacing over again,
The noise is just too loud and way too bright
The rocks on the sand will hopefully mend,
She can see some boulders right in her sight

The girl lets the rocks tumble onto her skin,
They pierce her, and she bleeds on this dark day
She stares at her beautiful, wounded sin,
It’s broken, but there is no other way

There are scars, but there are no more noises,
It takes some pain to silence the voices
i wrote this about the skewed belief that self harm is essential to relieving inside turmoil.

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