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let the word
beautiful
sit for a bit
on your tongue
until the taste is sweet
you are this,
soft girl.
look at the poems that have made a
bird’s nest out of you
a home
look at the light
how yellow loves to be on your skin
there are stars in you
be (hold) your beauty
Stop setting yourself on fire for people who will sit back and watch you burn.
 Jan 2018 Dilsha Kawindi
meekah
standing there
watching you talk
the words dripping from your mouth
like water from a broken faucet
i wait in earnest for you to say my name
hope fills my heart
every time you look me in the eyes
but you always look away
and you never say my name
and it isn't until later
when i'm all alone in my room
sitting on my bed
silence wrapping me up like a blanket
that i look to my mirror
and look my reflection in the eyes
and i remember
that i can say my own name
and i've always said it better
anyway
i was born
with a heart too big to fit
inside my chest
and a soul bigger than my body
so i have chosen
to leave pieces of my heart
in the places my feet have known
in the people i have loved
in the words i have read
in the beauty my eyes have seen
and my soul-
i have scattered it like seeds
and i have left parts of it
in songs,
in poetry,
in the laughter of children,
in the arms that have held me
and the hearts that have loved me
 Jan 2018 Dilsha Kawindi
larissa
maybe if you loved me
i could finally rest my head
on a white pillow
"i adore you"
"oh"
P r e t t y   p e o p l e
W i t h   p r e t t y   w o r d s
B u t   t h e y   a r e   u g l y
T h e i r   s p e e c h   i s   s l u r r e d

They never show
Their real emotion
While people watch
Their every motion

Everything they have
Is fake
If they'd notice
They would break

They're living in
A fake reality
They need to wake up
To actuality

We always talk
Behind their backs
If they knew
They would crack

They think we love them
They think they're pretty
But they really don't
Deserve our pity

P r e t t y   p e o p l e
W i t h   p r e t t y   w o r d s
B u t   t h e y   a r e   u g l y
T h e i r   s p e e c h   i s   s l u r r e d
Just so you know, I wrote a follow up to this poem that shows another aspect of pretty people. Thanks for reading :)
 Jan 2018 Dilsha Kawindi
Miracle
If it's one thing our generation knows best,
It's that words hurt.
Words now a days can tear us apart in a heart beat.
But just because we know that,
Doesn't always mean that we use that knowledge for the best.

The crazy thing is,
We don't seem to understand that,
Words hurt,
But so does the silence that comes with having nothing left to say.
-The silence breaks me more than the angry words that ended us
 Jan 2018 Dilsha Kawindi
Miracle
I was fifteen years old.
You were sixteen.
You called me every night.
Sometimes we´d have our rough patches
Arguing and fighting,
Hanging up,

Crying and making up the very next day,
As soon we woke up.
Even through all that,
I always asked for a bedtime story,

And my favortie one,
No matter how many times we argued,
No matter how may times we hang up,
Ignore each other for the night,
Or even say harsh words,


¨I Love You¨ will always be my favortie bedtime story you´ve ever told me.
-The words you told me as you thought I was asleep were the best ones
 Jan 2018 Dilsha Kawindi
Miracle
I remember crying after the breakup.
It was one of the worst months of my life.
My mother held me in bed as I sobbed for days,
saying the same thing over and over:

"I love him momma, I love him so it's only fair he still loves me."

I don't know what broke my heart more..
The fact that I was heart broken,
My mothers reply

"I'm sorry baby, but that's just not how love works. Just because you love someone, doesn't mean they love you too."

Or the fact that I realized how honest and hard that statement hit home.
-I can't tell what hurts worse, the heart break, or the fact that I really have no clue how love works at all like I thought it did.
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