favourites - Hello Poetry

Aug 2013

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never fall in love with the girl who writes poems about you
she’ll end up caring for you more than she cares about poetry
and that will mean destruction for both of you
she will compare you to the stars and the breath out of her own lungs
and she will count the minutes until she can be with you next
this is entirely troublesome, especially if you don’t feel the same way
although if you don’t, a heartache will be cause for more inspiration
I suppose love is a win win situation for writers-
fall in love, you have inspiration
fall out of it, you have inspiration

never fall in love with the girl who writes poems about you
she will get to attached
she will love you too much
she will fall in love with the curve of your spine
and the form of your smile
and the structure of your bones
and the placement of your words on her mouth
and the way your hair falls floppily out of place
and the way you don’t love her at all

never fall in love with a writer
never fall in love with the girl who writes poems about you
never fall in love with me

Aug 2013

CrowesMuse

I once knew a girl

I once knew a girl
Who hated me at first,
But I quickly learned
She only hated what she thought I was.

I later found out
That girl I knew
The hate she felt for me
Didn't hold a candle to the burning pain she felt inside.
And once I learned
That her smile was simply
A Mask
Everything changed.

I watched that sweet girl fall,
deeper in lust
with a boy who didn't
deserve her trust
And later on
Fall in love
With the feeling of razor cuts.
She broke my heart
each time she cried
telling me she didn't believe
she deserved to be alive.
I'll never regret
A single night spent on that phone
Holding her hand
Fighting back the dark angel she believed
owned her soul.

She was desperate to see him again
I was desperate to make her stay.
My fight burning brighter each day.

I once knew a girl
Sweet as can be
I fell in love with her soul as
She taught me
That no matter who you are
Or how bright your smile
The human race
All wears masks for awhile.

I still know that girl
And hold her in my heart
Watching her grow stronger and stronger
Even though we're apart.

I'll never forget
The promise I made
I'll always stand by her
Until my dying day.

This is for Brianne and I love her even though she says I'm rude.

Aug 2013

andrea hundt

Heavy Hearts

I met a girl with
Heavy eyelids
And a heavier heart.

She didn't know it,
But she broke my bones
With every touch.

She wondered why I would
Back away.
She wondered why
I wouldn't stay.

I had met a boy
With heavy eyelids
And a heavier heart

He didn't know it,
But he set fire to my bones
With every touch.

He wondered why he would
Never be enough.
He wondered why -
Until it got too rough.

The boy tried to save me
From his ways
By outing himself
And stopping his heart.

He stopped being strong after that,
So I had to start.

I built castle walls around myself
And never answered the door.
I couldn't have another obituary
To add to the shelf.

But this girl was persistent,
She knocked loud and without pause.
I answered only to send her away,
But I took one look and I fell with good cause.

I invited her in, nervous and unwell.
She settled me down,
And got me out of my shell.

The boy has long since been gone,
But his presence remains.
For a ****** exit
Leaves quite a stain.

The girl can see me
In ways no one else can
It scares me to hell,
But I know I'm ready.

Because if you can't tell,
I made her mine already.

— The End —