grace

grace Nov 2015

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we're forced to live these lives we don't even enjoy
lives that we can't necessarily fix
drinking our pain away
being strangers with the ones we love

grace May 2015

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you don't know how much something is bothering
you until you're drunk and your mind
is wrapped around it
engulfed in it
i'm melting
into my
sheets
but you're still in my thoughts
i can't walk
straight
but i can still remember the last thing
you said to me

something i jotted down a week ago

grace Mar 2015

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i still think about the day you left
i never knew a pain like that before
you said goodbye so easily
and visited as you pleased
and i opened the door to you
each time you knocked

this pain didn't go away
while i was sleeping
while i was laughing

i gave you all of me
and you took it gladly
just to use and dispose

you put me through agony

grace Feb 2015

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if you only knew how often I stay awake at night thinking of us
i think of memories so sweet
they make me feel warm inside
reminding me of how much i loved you
how much i loved the person you used to be
they bring a sad smile upon my lips
how long until i will stop thinking of you like this

grace Dec 2014

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your love for me changed like the colors of leaves in the fall
green to yellow
yellow to orange
orange to brown
slowly dying
until one day it was carried by the wind and fell softly to the ground
the cold came
and the rain
as the leaves became mush in the dirt

my love is an evergreen
the bristles do not fall
the trees do not wither
they stand strong
all year long

grace Nov 2014

seasonal affective disorder

i am afraid of fall and winter.
i am afraid of the dropping temperature.
the trees slowly withering.
i am afraid of the short days.
and the dark mornings.
i am afraid of reliving the memories we made in the fall.
and how we broke in the winter.
my heart goes cold like the weather.

Nov 2014

Emmy

i want

I want to softly whisper
incomplete poems
on your collar bones
that don't rhyme with anything
but your heavy breathing.

I want to bury my face
in the curves of your neck
because you smell like the winter clouds
and I've been gazing at the sky
since you left.

#you #collarbones