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Mar 2021 · 345
will byers, will byers
gracie Mar 2021
this is not the body of the boy i knew,
they found your body;
it wasnt you.
i know this has a stranger things ref but its about the first hug i gave my ex when i hadnt seen him in months

i.b.
Jan 2021 · 964
messy mondays
gracie Jan 2021
i feel you breathe with your hands in my hair
and if you squint the lights look like stars.

i hold your hand
and you hold mine
and for the first time in a long time
i know we will be okay.
on a wednesday in a cafe i watched it begin again
Aug 2020 · 59
untitled
gracie Aug 2020
it is tuesday and
i love you.
i.b.
Jul 2020 · 109
witch club
gracie Jul 2020
did you ever think of me
those nights we were apart?
and if i never crossed your mind,
could you've at least of used your heart?
c.c
06.23.2016
gracie Jul 2020
i think it might be best
if we just stop
because we always do better
when we dont have to talk.
03.22.2017
Jul 2020 · 96
cold white tile
gracie Jul 2020
im sorry i havent been better;
i promise you ive tried.
but no one seems to notice
the pain behind my eyes.

im sorry i keep crying,
i just dont know what to say.
my words would only be empty,
and you would turn away.

im sorry that i must leave so soon;
i really cannot stay.
i know that i seem fine,
but i am not okay.

im sorry that my time is up;
im ready to say goodbye.
i know this might be hard,
but i promise ill be fine.

im sorry for apologizing,
(its really all i know).
i promise that i love you,
but its time for me to go.
i found this in a diary from freshman year and its one of the only poems ive written that rhymes.

12.28.2015
Jan 2020 · 94
pieces of me
gracie Jan 2020
it takes two hours to loose myself
and a lifetime to find her again.

i look for her in dark bookstore alleys,
fingers across the shelves,
aware i am not the first
and will not be the last,
but for now i am your only.

a splinter catches my finger
and it reminds me that i can breathe.
Jan 2020 · 160
you forgot again.
gracie Jan 2020
i cannot feel my legs
and my poems stay unread.
it takes two hours to loose myself
and a lifetime to find her again.

i look for her in dark bookstore hallways
fingers across the shelves,
picking up pieces of other people,
trying to reclaim the ones i gave away to you.

i shouldve known you wouldnt have remembered.
i shouldve known you would let me hang up.

we end our phone calls without i love you's,
yet you always say goodbye.
editing? we dont know her.
i.b.
gracie Jan 2020
i dream of november nights and broken cars
germany in march and the bars
in italy by the bay.

i dream of red speakers and fairy lights
green walls after fights
and tuesdays.
i.b.
this is a rewrite of one of my favorite poems
Dec 2019 · 154
we’re talking again
gracie Dec 2019
im crazy and youre an *******
and then we’re both sorry.
i. b.
Dec 2019 · 346
you can't go home again
gracie Dec 2019
i am crying in the front seat
passenger to the roads i once called home
i ask if they have cut down the trees
and you say everything is the same,
but we both know that nothing ever is.
Nov 2019 · 390
bittersweet crossing
gracie Nov 2019
although the trains are not the same
i close my eyes and drift away
and when the trains blow on their horn
i almost feel i am at home.
gracie Nov 2019
when you exhale,
your breath nibbles my ear
and draws blood.
time drips like honey
and drags me backwards
the air is golden and heavy
and i am suffocating
i cannot breathe
i cannot breathe
i cannot breathe.
i.b.
i wrote this on my birthday last year and finally got around to editing it
Nov 2019 · 155
untitled
gracie Nov 2019
i would've said goodnight
and i see your ghost but
he does not keep me warm and
all 130 pounds of you are heavy and
dragging me down.
i.b.

i wrote this crying right after i broke up with my ex so its v chaotic but i think its interesting so here u go
Oct 2019 · 147
growing pains
gracie Oct 2019
thank you for breaking my heart
because i have never written a poem
about how much i love you.
i.b.
gracie Oct 2019
i dream of november nights and broken cars
germany in march and the stars
the last time everything was okay.

i dream of red speakers and fairy lights
green walls after fights
and tuesdays.
i.b.
Oct 2019 · 344
my confession
gracie Oct 2019
but for today,
i am still alive, alive, alive
and i will taste the honey
because it is sweet.
Oct 2019 · 270
the bed we share
gracie Oct 2019
tonight i will sleep with my windows open
and i will only lie with you when the bed is bare
i.b.
Oct 2019 · 1.4k
in another lifetime
gracie Oct 2019
i hope that time isnt linear
so i can stop wondering if we could just go back.

i would keep moving forward,
keep moving on,
and eventually,
she would bring me back to you.
"im happy for them" i say
"im happy for us too"
i.b.
Sep 2019 · 270
big bang
gracie Sep 2019
the gravity of two years pulls me towards you
the event horizon is your lips and we are crashing
through the point of no return

in the morning,
when you reach the singularity,
you will cease to exist,
and it will just be us.
i.b.
Sep 2019 · 284
i orbit around you
gracie Sep 2019
how were you supposed to know
you were my universe
when you were too busy
looking for the stars in someone else's eyes?
c.c.
Sep 2019 · 872
desdemona
gracie Sep 2019
if all i did wrong in this lifetime
was trust you,
you will send me to my grave happily.
i.b.
Sep 2019 · 421
blur
gracie Sep 2019
and the years will erode your anger

the image of me
that exists in your mind will soften

her edges will fade into you
and once more,
you will forget
where you stop,
and i begin.
i.b.
gracie Aug 2019
"you cant kiss this one better" i say
and you tell me you aren't trying to
then i get it
you're kissing me goodbye
telling me there is nothing to fix
and it becomes okay for me to kiss you back.
i.b.
Aug 2019 · 71
untitled
gracie Aug 2019
i could not tell if you did not know
or you did not care.
and i cannot decide
which is worse.
thanks mom lol
Aug 2019 · 405
he calls me honey
gracie Aug 2019
i am in love with a boy
who makes me bleed honey,
and doesn't like his tea bitter.

i do not mind, though.
he will always kiss my wrists
before he slits them.
i.b.
Aug 2019 · 677
thursday
gracie Aug 2019
and your halo can be seen on november nights before the car starts
when our breath is cold in the air
and, for a moment,
your words can be seen instead of felt.

when i look out the window,
i see a streetlight.

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