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Elizabeth Jun 2013
The thing is, in reality it’s not beautiful to hate yourself.
And sleeping without dreaming is not a way you want to live.
There’s no one coming to save you,
no knight in shining armor,
but that’s not a good enough reason to give up.
And all you’ll be is broken,
and trust me,
it’s not worth it,
This world is not how they romanticize it to be,
but sometimes,
it’s much more than that.
I didn't write this either (wish I had!)...not sure who wrote it.
Elizabeth Jun 2013
“It was a question I had worn on my lips for days – like a loose thread on my favourite sweater I couldn’t resist pulling – despite knowing it could all unravel around me.
‘Do you love me?’ I ask.
In your hesitation, I found my answer.”
-Lang Leav
Not my poetry, but I related so much that I wanted to post it.
Elizabeth Jun 2013
Poor worms: flooded out
of their homes to be eaten
by ravenous birds
Out of the flood and into the bird's mouth...reminds me of those people who kick you when you're down.
Elizabeth May 2013
She has heaven's wisdom,
but she is condemned to earth.
For "E.A."
Elizabeth May 2013
I have become
fluent
in the language
of your
body.
Elizabeth May 2013
Holding on tightly
to what was
never grasped:
insanity defined.
Elizabeth May 2013
Alas.
Your eyes upon
me
make me feel
pleasantly
awkward.
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