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You always compared your head to an unsafe neighborhood, somewhere you shouldn’t go alone, but I want to reach inside and take out whatever I can find because I have seen the light in you and if you let me I will show you where to find it whenever you forget.
Some of the time
My heart really hurts
It sits heavy in my chest
As I watch
Stare
Absorbed by her beauty
I really wish
That she would watch me back
But she doesn't know I exist
I'm pretty sure
Or she would hide under more leaves
While she sleeps
She smells different when she is awake
I wish I could tell her
How beautiful she is
How I nearly die every time I smell a whiff
Of her musty scent
I wish could lick all the mud
From her feet
Show her my devotion
She never goes anywhere
Without me
Though she doesn't know that
I am always there
Watching her
Wishing I could be with her
And love her closer than from the nearby shrubbery
I really need advice on how to approach this beautiful sloth. Repost if you know what it feels like to know everything about someone, but your existence not be known to them. Or if you just like the repost button
I guess deep down
In the parts of me
I try to ignore
As best I can
I will admit
There are nights
Where I begin
To ache
Missing
Whatever the hell it was
That we had
That "flirtationship"
I don't know what it was
But I know
It sure hurt like hell
When you told me
That you loved her
And I discovered
That all those months
I'd spent on you
Were a waste
Because you loved her
The whole time
Well tonight
Is one of those nights
Where I really
kind of
I guess
sort of
miss you
...more than I care to confess
I really wish I didn't miss him, but truth be told, I really did like him. :( sighhh
So this is what it feels like
To actually think
you have a chance
with a guy
who is so far out of your league
that it is ridiculous
he has even noticed
your minor existence

I like it
So this is what it feels like
To start falling for a poet
to find someone attractive
for their soul
so this is what talking
to a "popular guy" feels like
when you
have always been
are still
and will always be
an "unpopular girl"
so this is what it feels like
to find a writer
and realize
there is so much potential
it is almost
impossible to believe
it is really happening
and you are really
feeling this happy

I like it
So this is what it feels like
To text a guy
everyday after school
send him pictures
of your face
not your body
and that
is all he asked you for
to have a guy call you pretty
everyday
to be titled a broad variety
of pretty things
by a truly hot boy
because he writes
he has a wide vocabulary
and a beautiful mind
so this is what it feels like
to feel wanted
by a boy

I like it
So this is what it feels like
To go on a trip
and come back
to the boy
who you
have been talking to
for months now
who has told you
he thinks
his mother
would like you
who has told you
he is going to
make your days together
special
who has told you
he wants
to take you
on a picnic
the boy
you thought about
everyday
while you were away
so this is what it feels like
to have him text you:
So, remember how I liked you?
In pastense
you notice the tense
right away
so this is what it feels like
to deal with
him telling you
he is "in love"
with his ex
he loves her so much
he wants her
so this is what it feels like
to feel used
and unwanted
and worthless
and not enough
and second place
and still like him
even though
it hurts
to still wish
his contact
would light up your screen
with a text message
that says: hey pretty girl
like he used to send
so this is how it feels
to be second best

I don't like it.
well, now I know how it feels
and I get to see his stupid ***** of an ex EVERY FCKING DAY. its great. -_-
It's not the talking that hurts me
It's not her giggles
It's not the walking with that hurts me
It's not how she looks at you,
I don't mind with who you talk,
Or along whose side you walk,
I just want you to be happy.
It hurts to know
That she is much prettier,
Much more interesting,
Not as needy,
Not crazy
It hurts to think you could fall for her instead.
So i'll just trip you tomorrow and hope for the best!
You words tell of hurt and loss
But the way you write is so much more.

You fill hello poetry with your thoughts and concerns
You open up and leave yourself raw

Your writing is quite beautiful,
Never the same, never cliche, you write what's real to you

So I want to take this time to appreciate your words.
with a few words of mine as I try to sum up how awesome you and your poetry is.

In your poem Backwards I thought it was really clever how the story is told from the bottom. I hope you realise that you don't need to be fixed you are you, you are real and that should be good enough for everybody else.

In your poem Beyond Repair I love the short simple lines that make it all the more meaningful and I like how I think I can relate to how you were feeling when writing this.

To sum it all up you really bring colour to hello poetry with your poems and I hope you keep writing and that I will see you get better and better.
Really everyone she's great look at her work :)
An inkling of something from nothing has broken free and come unhinged.
I doubt we have stood in line so long just to turn around and come back later.

Who new blue Shew?!?

What's a masked Marauder look like peeking outside her shadows, twinkling like timed Christmas tree lights on an Eve with no presence?

I don't care for 20/20 in a life with no Zen on a scale without balance ranking 5 out of 10.
"Go back to the front!!", scream ten Stone men.

Who new blue Shew?!?

"...just what, why and when??"
black Crow down, caws the cackle of Raven.

I'm sick of being broken
...let me come unhinged.
I heard that tone twice,
Once to tell me of failed love,
Then that ours was too.
Goodbye
You really don't seem okay today.
Maybe it is just me over-analyzing as usual but...
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