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Genevieve Oct 2014
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When you pass by me as if I don’t exist my heart breaks a little bit,
And when you look through me,
I become just that much more invisible.
Your words are empty,
And somehow they still fill me with hope.
Genevieve Oct 2014
You told me you don’t want feelings to be involved,
So I won’t tell you how my words falter when you’re around,
I won’t let you know that when you take my face in your hands my knees want to give out,
Or when you kiss me,
My breath catches.
And when you wonder why, at school,
I’m so distant, it’s because I can’t handle being so close to you without being allowed your soft touch.
I can’t stand to see you hold someone else in front of everybody,
The way you hold me when it’s just us.
If I could I would stay with you in your room,
Safe from all of the judgement the world has to ofter.
A place where there needn’t be a title to what we have,
All that has to be known about it is that it’s beautiful.
Genevieve May 2015
Please lie to me,
Pretend you love me,
I would cease to exist if you said you said you didn’t want me.
Just string me along with your empty promises,
I live for the excuses and the little white lies that keep me in the dark.
Breaking my heart and taping it back up for next time,
You whispering sweet nothings in my ear so I forgive you,
I love it,
It hurts oh-so good.
Genevieve Oct 2014
And I once again let myself believe you wanted me.
I cry because,
You never have.
Genevieve Aug 2016
Come fill me up.
Overflow me with your touch and that look that wordlessly tells me you love me.
I don't need anything but your laugh,
The light sound of your voice in a whisper telling me how much you care.
We can lie forever,
Staring out that cold window,
Our breath foggy in winter air, flowing into your bedroom.
Why did you leave me?
You left me so broken,
Before you, I did not know how whole I could feel,
Now I look for anything to fill the void you left in me.
In the small hours of the night,
Motivated by their hands and liquid courage,
I find someone new.
Every night leads to the same realisation,
that I won't ever see you again.
Every night.
When I go out,
I look for you and all I find are the hands of strangers,
Loving me in place of you.
Filling me up,
Breaking me down for they could never love me as purely as you could.
Feeling me and filling me,
Only for the night.
Genevieve Aug 2014
I’m so happy for you.
That’s what this hollow, pressing feeling in the pit of my stomach is.
Happiness.
And she’s beautiful,
Really.
Unconventional,
Conventional,
It doesn’t even matter because she has you.
When I see you look into her eyes I die a little,
Because the love emanating from you for her is unmistakable.
And now when I stand here,
I wonder if anyone can see what my heart yearns for,
And if they know its you.
Genevieve Aug 2016
I'm so scared,
I'm so alone and tired,
I feel small and defeated.
All I want is you,
I want you holding me like you used to,
The feeling, when I was in your arms like nothing could go wrong,
Nothing could hurt me.
Then again at the time I didn't think the "nothing" would turn into a "no one".
It would turn into a person,
Someone who would push me,
Who would hurt me and,
Who strangled the strength out of me,
The confidance I have worked my whole life to achieve.
I let my will spill and leak from me as I drank,
And drank.
My answers slowly reflected the toxins I was consuming,
Easier to swallow as the night went on.
I feel nothing.
I am nothing.
Genevieve Oct 2014
I can't let you see how much I long to be near you,
But what if that means spite replaces the fondness in my eyes,
And when you look into them my feelings reflect into you.
Will this all end with everyone saying “no love lost” when we’re both really weeping on the inside?
Genevieve May 2015
I can’t love you here,
But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.
You think after all the time we’ve been together,
And all the things we’ve done that I don’t have feelings for you?
I have enough feelings to fill a-whole-nother universe,
Galaxies worth of lazy days, lying in bed, smiling,
Planets and moons and suns all covered with homemade breakfasts,
candle lit dinners, and sunday drives in the country.
The abyss of blackness is our nights,
The never ending darkness lit only by my love for you,
By the passion filled evenings and young hours of the morning.

So when you tell me the reason we aren’t together is because i don’t want to be,
That is and never was true,
The reason we aren’t together is because the vastness of space isn’t enough to hold us,
At least not with everyone else.
Genevieve Oct 2014
What a fool I am.
I believed someone like you,
Breathlessly beautiful in everything you do,
Could love a nobody like me.
And in the end,
The melody in your eyes will bring me to tears,
So I will stop looking in them.
I’ll stop searching for your face in every crowd,
Because I don’t want to feel this sickness anymore,
The wound that never completely heals.
It’ll always be just a little bit tender,
And if you come running back,
I’ll be here.
Genevieve Aug 2014
Living on love is fickle existence.
Tears can’t buy back a broken heart.
She doled out her love like pocket change,
Letting strangers turn her over in their hands,
Counting her worth,
Like the year she was printed had anything to do with her value.
She tried to swallow the guilt but the deprivation just didn’t sit well in her stomach,
So like those around her she dismantled her pride,
Put away her self respect,
And got rid of it in the only way she knew how.
Genevieve Jan 2022
Again you boil over,
I kick myself for being surprised.
Like clockwork,
The hour changes and you explode.

I dont want to flinch,
Waiting for the rage that comes after the contents of your lap hit the floor,
Your voice ripping through the still air.

I beg you to stop,
I plead to your sensitive side,
So tightly tucked away,
Hoping you will empathise.

You lash out again,
your sadness slipping deeper still,
Anger replacing the vulnerability,
Until that is all that remains.
July 12, 2021
Genevieve Sep 2014
Seeing you again,
It brings me to tears.
You are a fraction of your former self,
Reduced to skin and bones because no matter how many people tell you you’re perfect,
You won’t believe it,
You can’t believe it.

How many have you silently begged to help you,
Your pleas unheard,
Unanswered.
You’re all alone,
Struggling to keep your head above water,
Just because no one taught you how to swim.

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