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 Apr 2015 lunayue2001
Creep
I wonder if you noticed
My swollen eyes
Purple around the rims,
The yellow and blue
Blooms on my knuckles
Or the way I was quiet.
And when I did tell you,
You didn't care.
It was all normal.
You're used to all this
And have stopped asking why.

Please...
Try to pry me open.
Get to know me so you know
That I was in fact punching walls again
And bawling my eyes out,
Please wonder why.
No one cares.
...
...
...
...
Hah. Attention ***** right here.
You pay attention to all the wrong things.
I feel like everyone right now is going through tough times.

Told ya so
By get scared
Untie the knot in my throat
So that I can try to speak
Let the air flow to my lungs
So that I can remember to breathe
If I look away in disgust
It’s from the tears that want to run
Don’t mind my smile
It’s the only wall I have
a response to a panel about domestic violence
 Apr 2015 lunayue2001
Rockie
Stop
 Apr 2015 lunayue2001
Rockie
Stop treating me like I'm two
Because guess what
I'm not

Stop treating me like I'm thirty
Because guess what
I'm not

Stop treating me like I'm ignorant
Because guess what
I'm not

Stop treating me like I'm you
Because guess what
I'm not

Stop treating me like that
And start treating me
Like I'm

*Fifteen,
Not two, not thirty,

I know what you're talking about,
So please,
Cut me some slack.

I'm me.
Get over it all ready.
 Apr 2015 lunayue2001
Creep
She tears up the pages,
Just as her eyes tear as well.
Everything she's done,
It means nothing.

But that's alright.
All the tears, all the anger,
It won't do anything.

So again and again,
She'll stand again.
Wipe away the tears,
And put on a Sasha-Fierce smile.

She'll grin and laugh all at the right times,
Tell us all those puns,
Making sure we are always laughing and smiling, and most inportantly,
Okay.
Even as she crumbles like a cookie,
Sweet and loveable.

But I swear to you,
There's too much to her,
No matter how many times we try to understand her,
She'll always slip away right when we think we got her.
Alone but in the most crowded room there is.
Metallica will play,
Children of Bodom swims around her mind,
Everything about her is its own music.

So distinct,
So catchy,
I don't think I'll ever be able to get it out of my head anytime soon.
Was thinking of my friend, aïcha. She's an amazing friend. The first in a couple poems. Will do one for each of my friends.

Fly me to the moon
By frank sinatra

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