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Gwen May 2015
I fell for you, & you were there to catch me
i rly like these short word poems
Gwen May 2015
You will be the "he" in all my writings,
& I'll spend days comparing you to things in nature.

& spend hours trying to figure out exactly what shade of brown your eyes are.
I'll wake up thinking if your morning was bright, just like your smile.
   Falling
          Falling
                  Falling
How is it that you're in every love song I hear?
& Every novel, poem and movie

You can make the sun seem sunnier,
Colors seem brighter

Being with you is like living in a constant state of euphoria,
and without you is endless.

I remember the moment I fell in love with you
& the moment that I knew you were the one.
            Thank you for letting me be the one too.
this is ******* crap.
Gwen May 2015
Is it part of my past if I can't quite get rid of it?
past
adj.
gone in time and no longer existing

So maybe all of the things that I thought were done with,
are part of my present,
present
noun.
the period of time now occurring.

Still able to show up at any moment and remind me that it never truly left;
only decided to give me a break for a while.
Maybe I am pitted against myself in the most dangerous way possible.
Taking myself to the breaking point,
but never going past it, because it's always funner the longer it goes on.
When will the low hit? Will the low hit?
Is it more fun to watch myself panic during the night wondering how things will fall apart, always walking on broken glass because even a small cut in the fabric would mean being torn to shreds. The ends being pulled until I am finally undone. Until I am finally done.
kind of long?
Gwen May 2015
I wanted long , thin legs
A skinny waist
And collar bones that stick out.
I wanted to be pretty.

But what I didn't want
Was the price.
Skippy meals,
Using constant excuses.

I wanted to be perfect
But instead,
I was lifeless
and years later I still pay.

I soon reached my goal,
But was the price I paid worth it?
Gwen May 2015
16w
As you cried on my shoulder,
it watered the flowers that you planted in my chest.
Gwen May 2015
The sun did come up that day,
and the flowers grew back.
The wind still blew,
and life when on.
Even if it was without you.
Letting go of the things I have been holding on to for too long
Gwen May 2015
And

you shot me in the back,

yelled at me for bleeding

onto your new white carpet,

made me believe it was my fault

because I got in the way of your gun.

But never apologized for pulling the trigger.
still messed up over the past.
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