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reminding me of
when I was still unbroken
(whole without split halves)

there are a million reasons for life to be the worst it’s been, but apparently I did something right,  because I get to call you mine. sometimes I think that I don’t deserve you, so I hold you as close as I can before you fade.

my face gets mad warm
whenever you say my name
(I love you so bad)

you’re shy and I’m anxious, but somehow we manage to make first impressions I love your smile and the way you’re alight, glowing. I always talk about lights when I’m talking about you and  I need a metaphor. because, my world was so dark, until suddenly: you. you are a thousand bright lights and you’ve been making my world luminescent from the very first moments.

the skeletons in
my closet are scaring me
(forget your demons)

I’m trying to remember who I was before I met you, even though I don’t want to. I want to forget her. she was so dark, so sad, so broken. this version of me is brighter, happier, kinder. I may be naive- but i don’t know how I feel about forever.

walls come crashing  down
promise me you will be there?
(you still light me up.)
Pen in my hand,
Door on my side.
Been two hours I simply am sitting.
Could walk off by shutting my copy and breaking the tip of my pen.
But what is it that I want to write but still can't.?
I have so much but still unable to portray.
I realized that I really cannot reveal my pain through my writings because I don't want this world to fall in love with my melancholy.
"Let me live in pain. There is a strange healing".
And I walked off by shutting my copy...
I never thought,
That one of,
if not the best,
Feelings in the world,
Would be looking at you,
And feeling absolutely nothing.
 Apr 2017 Grace Spellman
Jawad
Nothing saddens my heart more
Than a dream, where you are not
Doing beautiful things, like
Shine
Smile
Dance
Sing
                                     ­      ...a love song.

Nothing aches my core harder
Than to wake up in the night
And not finding you there to
Kiss
Touch
Smell
Say
                               ...I’m sorry.


Nothing seems more unreal than
Starting my day without you
Being there to talk about
Life
Hope
How
Much
                                            .­..I need you.
Having her not in my life seems like a dream, whether I am sleeping, half-awake, or living my day.

In responding to valerie's prompt about dreams.
I may be too small to see
over the edge of the countertop
but I am not too small
to see past your lies
and into your heart,
mind, and soul
I have many good friends who are smaller than I, but watching other people underestimate them, motivated me to write this poem. Enjoy.
 Apr 2017 Grace Spellman
oni
empathy
 Apr 2017 Grace Spellman
oni
i saw you in a photograph
smiling like someone trying to be happy
i am not sorry for you
Why do we always get high
When we're feeling low?
she asks me why i keep looking behind
closed doors
and i don't want to say but
i keep looking for something unbruised
or a distant feeling that's been renewed
or i don't know

a past memory. maybe an old life.

she asks me why i keep looking behind
closed doors
and i struggle to say that i miss the past.
that everything i lost was really all i had and
i miss it. i miss them.
i miss every time someone made me genuinely smile

i miss the times where people bothered to try.

she asks me why i keep looking behind
closed doors
when i know there's nothing of substance
and i don't want to say that
i find out a new disappointing fact every time
i peak behind that door,
an outstanding opportunity to break my heart,
an old smile that feels like happiness when i tend
to revisit,
and a part of me believes my care could revive it.

that's why i keep checking behind closed doors.

that's why ill beat the door down, until i can see right through it.

-behind closed doors

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