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Grace Spellman Oct 2018
she is like wildfire
contagious -- burning
everything in her path
to ashes

she is crazy
she fears no consequence
of her actions

she knows -- she won't get caught

do not try to contain this one
she will break free
of any walls you build around her

do not try to understand her -- she does not need your understanding

instead
embrace her
tag along

or get burned in the flame she leaves you in
its me, and its you, and its us,, because we are all flammable under her touch.
Grace Spellman Dec 2017
you are a type of magic
that i've never seen before

and i want to learn all your tricks
i was writing my boyfriend his birthday card and one of the lines was "You're a type of magic I've never seen before." and it inspired this. Happy Birthday, e.
Grace Spellman Dec 2017
nothing felt better
nothing was quite worth the wait
nothing freed me
nothing helped me see in true color
nothing made me happy
nothing ever made me fall to my knees
thanking God

except getting over you.
*******.
Grace Spellman Dec 2017
this
doesnt feel real
you
never felt real
why
does this have to be real
can we talk one more time, please?
Grace Spellman Sep 2017
you loved me with every bit of your ******* heart, and i guess i overdosed.
written about a childhood love.
Grace Spellman Jul 2018
because when i trace your skin
i can hear music
and when i look into your eyes
i see an ocean
now please tell me how
do i just let that go?
ill never understand why you got so cold.
Grace Spellman May 2017
breaking down the barricade
we march, flags high
this is our time
our rights

we fill the streets
hundreds upon hundreds
chanting, screaming
laughing, yelling

and still our flags reign
high above our heads
like the birds in the sky
screeching for thread

we are unstoppable
marks of color on our cheeks
our roar fills the streets
we are unstoppable.
this is about gay rights if you couldn't tell. hope you enjoyed.
Grace Spellman Apr 2018
i believe i get left wherever i go
little bits and pieces of me
are scattered all over the world
a segment of my heart in the ocean
became one with the water and with the sand
so now whenever the big blue body engulfs me
i feel found again
some pieces of me floated away in the breeze
of my favorite forest
so now when i am barefoot in the dirt
sprawled on the grass
i feel connected to myself again
nature is a place you can always go
its okay if your soul whispers into the gravel
because you can always retrace your steps
and be found there again
but what about places you cannot return to?
places that are not places
but people
lost lovers, lost trust
how am i supposed to find myself again
when you've buried my most crucial piece
within yourself?
could you give it back, please?
Grace Spellman Jan 2018
and i guess i am selfish. because i really, really want you to be happy, always. i wanna see that smile that made me fall so hard for you. but i dont wanna see you happy if its with another person. i dont want you happy holding someone elses hand. i dont want you happy celebrating an anniversary with someone else. and i definitely, definitely dont want you to be happy, in love with someone else. because i want to be enough for you, i want you to feel your most excitement and wholeness and inner peace with me. i want you to be in love with me. i cant just be all poetic and beautifully tragic about it. i cant just think "i want you to be happy, even if thats not with me," because its not true. i want you to be happy, and i want to be the person that makes you happy. its as simple and frustrating as that.
love is confusing.
Grace Spellman Feb 2017
Your love is my disease
So sick, got me falling to my knees
I'm begging you
please don't leave
But you can't hear me
Too busy falling like a meteor
Creating all these internal craters
Before you
I was the sun
I used to shine so bright
You cut me down
And now I'm just a small star
In your universe
Which is so infinite
a small star to you
Grace Spellman Apr 2019
hey you
we haven't really talked
in a while
which is funny because
i've memorized every inch of your profile
the softness of your deep eyes
that you hate so much
that i sometimes hate too
lately i just feel so far away from you
pull and tug
tug and pull
why won't you just let me
make your heart full?

on and off as we are, you're the only one i'll ever want. stupid loyal for you bby.
Grace Spellman May 2019
i've always known
i am not from this earth
a small starseed reincarnate
embodying my sparkling ancestors
made of stardust
glitter pours out of me when i speak
the milky way lays itself out in front me
like a red carpet
begging me to cross it
it's quite lonely here
inside this human body
why doesn't anybody here
love like they did
in the stars?

take me back home.
Grace Spellman Oct 2017
i promised myself i wouldnt fall for anyone new
i wasnt supposed to love you,
no especially not you
but now i know you
now ive been with you
and i think its kinda obvious
loving you
is something i wanna do.

12:48 AM
the best thing to happen to me.
accidentally fell in love, purposely never planning to get up.
Grace Spellman Dec 2017
Nobody understands, really
Why I obsess over the big blue body
Why I ache each and every day/month/year I am away from it
The waves crash onto the shore, much like the thoughts in my mind
She ***** people in and they enjoy her, but cannot seem to handle her bad weather
You see,
When the waves engulf me
I am purified
When I get thrown around, and salt enters my throat and my eyes and I can barely breathe
I am momentarily freed
And I enter a different universe
I guess
I find comfort knowing
The ocean
Is much like me
I will always believe nature has healing powers,, especially the ocean. She’s alive in more ways than one.
Grace Spellman Oct 2018
i guess
i’ll love you
the way the sun
loves the moon
and you
will love me
the way the grass
loves the trees
perfectly in synch
but just a little too different
to ever truly
be.
i think the love of your life and “the right one” are two different people
Grace Spellman Jan 2018
please put the blade down, put the alcohol down, put the pills back in the bottle, put the rope back in the garage, put the belt back on the rack, put the gun back in the safe, and throw that note away. instead, pick up the phone and call someone you love, pick up the pen and paper and write how you feel, call 1-800-273-8255, cry it out, punch a pillow, go hug your parents. because let me tell you, as tempting as it is, death is not the answer. you may think you're doing everyone a favor; you may think everyone is better off, but honey that's just not true. your friends will search for you in everyone new they meet, they will search for a laugh that sounds like yours or a joke that sounds like one you would tell or a personality that even slightly resembles yours, in hopes to catch a glimpse of you. they will think of you during the day and will dream of you at night. they will think of every single thing you have ever said to them and wonder what they missed, what they could have done better and why things are as ****** up as they are. your mom will be completely broken. every piece of her heart will be scattered along, all over the place. your dad will shut down emotionally, wondering what more he could've taught you and wondering if he was really that bad of a father. please understand you will break more hearts than you think youd be saving. losing you will put clouds over peoples heads and bitterness and grief in their hearts. please, do not do it. do not take away the most precious thing you own. your life. please. you are worth so much more. someone out there loves you.
someone loves you. if you feel you cant talk to anybody PLEASE pm me on here. please please please please please.
rest in peace jd.
Grace Spellman Apr 2019
today i saw you smile
and it was like i was meeting you for the first time all over again
today i saw you look at me
and i swear for a split second, the earth stood still on its axis
today i saw you living
and i was so grateful that someone amazing as you actually exists
today i held your hand
and no matter what may happen to us
today, at least for today, you were mine.
i never thought id write another love poem again but 10 months later and here i am.. not heartbreak, not longing, not desperation... no, just a pure love poem. Enjoy, it has been awhile.
update: Happy 6 months, M. <3
Grace Spellman Aug 2018
under-eyes of purple and a heart of blue;
that’s all i have to remember you.
love u endlessly.
Grace Spellman Jul 2017
watching the waves crash
reminding me of the impact of your lips on mine
looking into the depth of the blue ocean
reminds me of your sparkling eyes
as the cool water brushes against my skin
im reminded of your kisses on my face
how you tugged at my hair
its all physical
so why do i feel
so mental
somethin about a boy i met by the ocean
x
Grace Spellman Dec 2018
x
ive been living on make out hill
ive been high on her touch instead of pills
she wont let me out of her hypnosis
anytime soon
oh how i love you
Grace Spellman Apr 2019
time heals all wounds
writing a little poetry does too
because of you

i keep my secrets hidden away
between my pen and paper
shall my thoughts stay

at my funeral
when they look through my brain
and they find your name on the bullet

which my blood now stains
i hope they go through my poems
to know
the trigger - you pulled it.
Grace Spellman Feb 2019
i think somethings wrong with me
i cant stop thinking of how good your body looks on top of me
do you wanna get on top of me
slip off my shirt - slip off my insecurities
bring down my jeans - bring down my anxieties
your locks are so soft on my face
but your lips softer on my neck
everytime we argue
my soul tantrums with a “please, not yet.”
so come on over baby
and get on top of me again
so our souls may whisper back and forth
until we reach our end
i guess its just more than you being on top of me
i guess i like your soul being so close to mine
Grace Spellman Sep 2017
i never did get to show you the poetry i wrote about you,
i never did get to kiss you as many times as i wanted,
and if i knew our last kiss was going to be our last
id go back and give you 100 more.

i found poetry within the knots of your hair,
and i found comfort within the warmth of your lips,
and if i wouldve known us doing this would have caused all this chaos
i would still do it all again
because youre worth it

-you were always worth it
written about a boy who broke my heart by the ocean.

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