Shed your skin.
Stop carrying it around
on your back,
trying to remind yourself
of who you once were

Regenerating skin cells
are living proof
that the past can be
gone and forgotten

drinking leftover coffee from yesterday
as you struggle to adjust to the light in the room

the wind is strong on your bare shoulders
but your fluffy socks are balancing the effect

life is good
and so are you

The more we have,
the more we want.

You used to see things as black and white, until I came along; you saw grey for the first time
I was everything you needed, but nothing you thought you wanted

Owen:* Hey. You're awake.
Cristina: You didn't come home.
Owen: Yeah, there was a--
Cristina: A bus crash or a train crash or a patient crashed? Yeah. Right. Why are you staring at me?
Owen: Well, I'm weighing how upset you are and if I want to get into this.
Cristina: You do. You want to get into this...
Owen: I'm tired and it's late.
Cristina: ... with me. You know what? That's the point. It's always late, and it shouldn't be. And you should want to get into it with me but you don't. I mean, where are you?
Owen: I am-- I am here. For God sake. I'm right freakin' here. I'm home.
Cristina: No, you're not. ... You have to be honest with me because I am going crazy here. Do you, um, do you love me anymore?
Owen: It's not about if I--
Cristina: Owen, please answer the question.
Owen: I love you so much that it hurts.
Cristina: Okay. Well, okay, then. Then we can-- We can work on this. We can talk. You know, we-- We have to talk, because I cannot be like this anymore. (voice breaking) And I Mean it when I say that I'm going crazy, 'cause... (sighs) 'Cause that nurse Emily-- I mean, I-I accused her of sleeping with you.
Owen: You what?
Cristina: I'm-- I'm sorry. I just-- I mean, I feel like... My whole body feels like... Like you were cheating on me. And then you come home and you tell me that you love me, and I'm... I'm-- I'm relieved. I mean, I'm so relieved because--
Owen: Stop. Stop. I said I love you so much that it hurts.
Cristina: Okay.
Owen: I said... it hurts... to love you.
Cristina: Just say it.
Owen: I'm not cheating on you with Emily.
Cristina: Okay.
Owen: But I did cheat on you.


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­He said he loved her so much it hurts.
He said it hurts to love her.

I swear there are nights I cannot sleep
I toss and turn and think deep
I cry and I cry and I weep
And I wonder...
if if one drop of tears
is yours,
in this heap

We called ourselves the heroes of tomorrow,
not knowing we were living our today-s
in all the wrong ways

Your image remains on my retina
and your touch remains on my skin

I've waited seven years
for all my cells to be replaced
but you always seem to win

I forgot my favorite poem
but I remember your grin

And only my memory knows about
the dimple on your chin

I remember the streaks in your iris

but I forget how I've been

I think I'm losing against myself
in this war within

Before you call something your home
Make sure you are welcome

I learned that the hard way

Not everything
that feels like home,
truly is.

Is that skipped heartbeat you feel when the doorbell rings,
although knowing that he will never come back.

When hope hurts,
and dreams only breed nightmares

Remember,
you are not
the sum of your mistakes,
nor the divisions
of your failures

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1. Write a poem
2. Love that poem
3. No one should like it
4. Create 10 different accounts
5. Like and repost from those accounts


TRENDING

Don't waste your time.

For, If you don't understand my complexity
in a matter of seconds
you will not in ages.

A year ago, I was stupid.
I remember the butterflies I used to feel in my tummy when you texted.
Oh what a fool I was.
Trying to fit in a world where I did not belong in.

Today, I am stupid.
Because next year,
I would probably look back on a mistake I am currently involved in.
Oh well, maybe one day I'll run out of mistakes,
or I might just start calling them lessons.

Until then, I am stupid.

"Everyone can do it,"
she said,
and I thought she was indirectly
telling me that I can, too
But she wasn't.

She was merely telling me,
That everyone can do it.
Wondering,
why I can't.

I can't believe this was me
I can't believe this is me

How
HOW

I have bones and a beating heart
a forgetful brain
and a new start

I don't remember this
It hurts me
I am crying
I am sad

Stop the pain
Substance P


WHY
why

When was that

I know when it was
in my heart

start
start
start


don't
go





please
thank you


I'm sorry
I am so sorry
I am so incredibly sorry

They say that a girl's biggest lie is "I'm fine",
but I don't care what they say.
I'm fine.

Carve the cement
with your brittle nails

home is the indents
in your skin,
and the creases
around your eyes
It's the curvature
of your skull
and the veins
in your feet

You keep searching
for a heartbeat
in the crowd,
hoping you'll some day
call it home

But dear,
I remind you
of what I often
have to
remind myself


Home is where your heart is

and after a bone breaks,
it heals to become stronger

so I'll call my heart a bone
and watch as you break it

I'll welcome the pain
with open arms

and as it slips through my fingers
I'll try to forget

how
much
you took
away
from me

Light layers
of insecurities
to a core
of susceptibility

Color me
see through
but dress me
in colors

I have not learned
how to explain
this kind of pain

Nothing hurts
but everything
feels like its
about to implode

It consumes me no more

I grew thick skin
It can no longer chew
My meat became bitter
Like coffee brewed


I've decided to become inconsumable

I wallowed in the mud for too long
now I'm knees deep in quicksand

"lie on your back," they say
I've been lying here for ages

whatever I do feels like unlocking
only one of endless cages

sometimes I wonder
if everyone struggles the same
or did I put myself in the cages?
am I the one to blame?

infinity minus one?
is infinity just the same

she sat there in silence
digging into her wrist
with tweezers

she said
ants were crawling
under her skin

swore
she only wanted
to let them out

freedom
is a resonating
irony

Hearts are bleeding
in all these chests,
but how could they know
when their hearts
already embody blood?

who else would find crying weakness
other than a bully

Held my hand
In the midst
Of chaos
And recited
His confessions
Of loneliness

I never understood
The reason
Behind his tremor
I bet
His body
Was trying
To escape

I have always been against hate

and believed in one love

until I realized

that I actually hate your freaking guts

racing
thru
sleepless
nights

trying
to get
a hold
of your
sight

They say "be careful who you make memories with"
I think I was, with you at least.

I don't think I regret any of it,
not you,
not the memories with you,
not any of it.

I was careful.
Now, I'm grateful.

You didn't teach me much,
but you helped me teach myself.

I never said thank you for that.

You told me about this,
But I still liked hot dogs
What was a keyboard doing
running across mountains in the snow?

running away from the unsaid words?
break the vicious cycle!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
of dreaming about you...
eat them burgers and sing them anthems,  blaaah
don't forget to burn them bridges.


but don't burn yourself ...

cuz you're wearing my shirt

Hurt
you can have it all,
my empire of dirt

When you set the bird free,
how did she know where to go?

was she waiting for this moment?
counting seconds patiently near the cage door?

was she longing for someplace?
for someone else?

I saw the bird you set free
know exactly where to go

So confidently,
she flew across the balcony
and headed east

And I wondered
if you ever set me free,
would I know where to go?

There was something...
in the way the curtains moved
behind the closed window

like the glass
could not bear the wind
it just had to
let it in
...

Grey rainbows
Empty shells
Weakness in abundance
Burning smiles
Unfocused lenses
Weakness
Forgiveness
Depth of salt
Swim or float?

People often talk of events,
but rarely of their sequence

I firmly believe that the past
prepares for the present
and the present
prepares for the future

and if the present came to you in the past
you will fall on the ground
and bleed all the prayers known to man

your eyes are constantly crying
removing all dirt from your eyes, dear
don't let anyone shame you
for over-lacrimation at times

Remember that its never more
than you can bear
and that your hunchback
may look like poor lifestyle choices
to some-
but I know
your back is adapting
to the weight it has
to carry

the body is strong,
but the mind is stronger,
denial is a strong weapon
don't let anyone tell you
its a weakness

I kept your letters,
but I haven't read them once since you left

Maybe its because
I'm keeping them for a day
when I need to remember
how loving you felt like

because I haven't yet forgotten

It all starts with a single glance
followed by a few words of fluttering romance

that's when the lies begin
and trust me, deep down we know

however, we still choose to go down that same road
because although its a road of lies, its a road of loving lies

*and who doesn't like to feel loved?

There are thoughts that make my bones shake
smells that make my nose cry
and sights that make my eyes bleed

There are moments when my body loses its tone
when my resting face becomes a canvas of contracting muscles
and I don't realize what is happening

tears precede my thoughts
and I bleed before I have time to think
control is not an option

my vocal cords forget how to resonate
and no longer is my voice my own

my arteries pump more blood
than my heart can pump back
and I feel the blood pulsate in my limbs
as I try to calm down

I forget how it feels
to inhale surrounding air
without feeling suffocated

my thoughts become unrealistic
and you'd think they'd be more organized
but they're not
they are not

reality is the option
my brain is trying to avoid
so I think of movies
and lunch

but like microbes
reality infests the diversion
my brain had created

and a loop plays in my head
a loop of nothingness
of uncertainty and
loss of control

and so the blood rolls down my cheeks
as my bones begin to tremble
and tears fall down my nose

please, God,
let this moment end

"Forever,"*
she said,
                                                                        right
                                 before she
left.

Quotes tell us
not to make promises
we can't keep

But how could we know now
what shall happen then?

What promises we can
or cannot
keep
in the future?

I say
Promise trial
Promise you will try

I say

Do not
make people
believe
what you don't even know
to be true.

Rid yourself of the things
you think you need

Throw letters
that once meant everything

Severed ties
Could only go weaker

Time spent in company
Should never feel
Like sacrifice

2 minutes
breathless

spastic
and in tears

let it rain
down on my shoulders
its
as close to a hug
I can get

one day
I will fall
into limbo
forget corners exist
and be thankful
I can't see

And I'll send a lonely prayer on a winter night,
For you

Your firsts sway
as you walk

your nose bleeds
when its cold

you frown when
you have a headache

and you cry
as you laugh

you are a book of secrets
and the key is an illusion
and even if your secrets
are about your bowel habits,
to me,
forever you'll be,
an enchanting mystery