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Greta Wocheski Oct 2016
my hands are all i have
but i still don't feel like my own.
the thoughts control me
[i am], they are the government of this body.
so i'm just my thoughts?
my thoughts ask why.
they want to know
so they trouble my soul
naughty my thoughts be
piercing through every part of me.
so why?
do i think.
do i be just this body.
just a thought.
tell me.
                                                             ­              - g.w
Greta Wocheski Oct 2016
plans wait
for
no man.
                            
- g.w
Greta Wocheski Oct 2016
days are the
the clouds the stars my feet be
when light is loud sand sees.
       days are the ones i long to be with you.

under long pages full now
today is when trees.
       days are the ones i long to be with you.

spell not knows how to forgotton it seems
the clouds still star
for ones are the days
that i long
to be
with
me.                              
                                                                     - g.w
Greta Wocheski Jul 2016
i'm back again, i'm sad again
but i'll still do anything i want [again].

i heard wasabi takes away the pain
i'm still drowning, please don't say my name with such delight

these walls are so hollow
i need some privacy for me and my sorrow
we like to stay up til the AMs and suffocate each other.
idk this is okay, haven't written in ages.
Greta Wocheski Sep 2014
it's 2am and across the street a dog is barking. i'm staring so hard into my keyboard that it begins to blur. i am thinking. the room is empty. and near pitch black but there is light peeking through the blinds. i am almost as still as the objects here except my cigarette stained lungs keep moving. sometimes i forget to breathe. sometimes is usually. don't forget to breathe, my daddy once told me.

*i wish i would stop forever.
Greta Wocheski Nov 2013
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16 Nov '13 // 20:45 I'm wondering why fate chose you for me to fall in love with.

It's a full moon and I'm struggling to grasp onto the concept that you might not love me back or that you possibly wouldnt do anything about loving me. But you not loving me today won't be okay, it will never be, it sh ou ld   n eve r  be.

I can't say I like it, it's not quite that normal. Unquestionable.

You are the one who reminds me to breathe though, that may be one little something that makes me feel this way about you.
Truth is, I don't know anymore. I guess I just *love you.
Greta Wocheski Nov 2013
Today I was free. I didn't feel the need to want you or see your face. I didn't need you to give me that reassuring smile.

I let go. Completely.
I got a chance to breathe and I was no longer enclosed from anything like I was when you mattered.
I realised that forcing something wasn't going to work out and that you weren't much worthy of any of my energy wasted.

I guess not everything revolves around you, and it shouldn't have to either.
Your existence though, a beautiful something so similar to how the trees look against the sky and how the roots of the tree in my yard have grown.
How most of you is broken.

How I'm o.k.a.y

You were a part of me.

I let you go.

*And I'm still alive and breathing.
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