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Jun 2020 · 162
a poem about loving someone
young woman Jun 2020
why do you flee from me?
when i called you my dove,
i did not mean to give you wings to fly away
what will i do? how can i forbid you
your freedom

love is the wings clipped
because of the grounded lover
love is the willful descent of the high

and the exultation of the one lowly
wrote this a long time ago. i edited it a little so here it is now. still rings true to me
Jun 2020 · 53
undeserved
young woman Jun 2020
your kindness terrifies me
love ever defying
all that i know
Jun 2020 · 43
inches
young woman Jun 2020
how can you
find it so
comfortable
around me

i leave a gap
   between     us
i     dont      want       you
to             be             far      
away




but
i act like i do
trying to be comfortable around people i truly love is hard
Jun 2020 · 68
while
young woman Jun 2020
i have forgiven you
because i am worthwhile
we're done wasting time

forgiveness in your eyes
it reflects in mine
but i have detached myself from you

forgiveness from the heart
there is no need
to pour it out again
moving on
Oct 2019 · 66
Break up
young woman Oct 2019
I've had several break ups
all of them with you.

first we said goodbye.. or you did, i didnt believe it was true

then came the silence, 0 messages, no one to talk to, my heart eschewed truth.

i checked my phone (i shouldnt have..) your twitter is gone, so is your tumblr too

theres a deep sadness, the realization and accepting of the breakup, i didnt realize how many breaking ups it would take
for it to get through

that im better without you
and yes, you too are far better off without me

in your separation and in my bereavement, we have grown, grown, grown.

and i have nothing but love and appreciation for you
Aug 2019 · 137
1
young woman Aug 2019
1
im so afraid to
offend, but worse still if you
dont remember me
young woman Aug 2019
Thoughts i want to crystallise
Dreamlike, i understand now
what people call a Fantasy.

a Phantasm appeared,
the Ghost's silhouette
vanished, an Apparition,

Imagination prohibits nothing
Believability? unnecessary
Truth? who can tell?

what a day! full of Activity,
gives your mind the best material
in your mind, your wildest Unrealities come true.
whether or not you want it to.
Aug 2019 · 601
Move! On!
young woman Aug 2019
Participate,
Don't stay in a slump!

Initiate,
Don't be down in the dumps!

The feelings won't stay if you won't let them!

It is not that you are being cruel or that you are shutting out your feelings!

So stop your shrivelling,
don't keep punishing yourself!

Fester in them too long,
you'll be
finished!
trying to encourage my whimpering self.
young woman Aug 2019
Days pass by
Unattentive and dry
Every night,
A cry for help

Lost my faith,
Drifted away
Every day,
Dread becomes clear


I can’t write
Can’t keep a diary of sorrows
Fill the pages with my tears
Materializing my fears
I used to write in agonizing detail, periods of my life when I go through difficult trials. But now in this time, I feel to tired even to do that.
Aug 2019 · 201
1999
young woman Aug 2019
When I was a child, I watched TV
I believed self control was
not a part of my personality

Patience, a virtue I lacked
I'll download another app
to while away the time

Time spins away from me
Distractions are easier to reach for
The phone, the credit card, a touch away

The door is for necessary errands,
the door is for the deliveryman to arrive to,
the door is to be shut.

Life goes at a snail's pace
with no map, going to a place I dont really want to.
I put my seatbelts on and shrug.
Aug 2019 · 199
Console
young woman Aug 2019
Inconsolable,
I gasp for air as I control my uncontrollable tears,
my heart pummels my chest angrily,
I look closely into my eyes,
I can see the blood vessels that have spilled into red blooms.
Everything I established crumbles,
I have no will to continue it
To share and speak out on what I feel helps little,
these friends only add to my troubles
And the one who caused it all is no longer here, and life pauses until she returns.
I console myself,
but I am of little help, so lost in madness. So I remain

Inconsolable

— The End —