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Haley Rezac Nov 2013
I don't think I'll miss
the nights before you showed up
but I could be wrong.
Haley Rezac May 2013
I thought I was
exceptional
at this
not excellent
but
exceptional,
okay,
average.
And now I feel
useless,
unintelligent,
too undeniably unworthy
to even hold
a
pen.
Haley Rezac Jun 2013
I loved you because
you understood
me

now you don't understand
and for some strange reason
I love you
more.
Haley Rezac May 2013
Crisp moonlight
invites the river waves
to crash upon these heavy rocks
that line the dock
and I look up
past the boards,
past your face that looks down at me
with overwhelming
neverending
love
at the sky that transferred
from light golds and soft pinks
to a deep navy blue
within the past hour.
Silver specks are sprinkled
behind silhouetted wisps,
a plane soars through the
new evening
where is it going?                                                        
away from you.                                                          
and for once
I'd rather stay grounded
because these wooden boards
are where
you
lay

*with
me.
Haley Rezac Jul 2013
Beauty
entrances every ear
every surface:
engulfs it within the
flames that were sacrificed
from one hundred lighters
****** up towards the sky
with a mite that stirs
our joy awake
with a mite that seems to consume
every fiber of our being
in its brilliance

and we connect to the power
laid before us,
given to us at the sound of a yell
--a scream so defiant
it could break anything
but the voice
and the essence
of our prayers:
the prayers to carry us away
with these lyrics,
these notes and melodies,
to carry us away
in hopes of finding something better
--something euphoric--
within these songs.

We are not disappointed
in our search.
Haley Rezac Nov 2013
Sacred places
are extremely rare
covered in fallen leaves
hidden behind overgrown brush
a tree stretches along the ground
bends into the air
creates a hiding place
just beyond it
where the ground lowers;
lay a blanket down
come closer
let's make this place
ours
this place between the trees
laying just beyond the
road.
Haley Rezac Dec 2013
In winter days
as cold as an arctic rush
I find comfort in
the length of your fingertips
grasping the edges of my sanity
and how your dimples show
with every snowflake;

you blush like the summer sun.
Haley Rezac May 2013
One of my friends
quiet as he may be
actually paused today and asked
why I am so against wearing my
seatbelt.

Why?

I had no heart to tell him
that without that safety harness
around my chest
I am one step closer to death
and I prefer it that way,
no heart to tell him
while they all think my
suicidal tendencies are
under control,
never to be seen again.

They think I'm all better
but I've got hidden demons
always begging to come out
and play.
Haley Rezac Jul 2013
I hug you close
with apologies washed down the drain
forgiven;
pulling back to meet your eyes
they were wet and sad
--two generic descriptions
but your sorrow overflowed--


Don't cry. C'mon Baby, don't cry.

I stroke
every
single
tear
away from your
beautiful blue eyes
while apart of me
crashes and
caves in on itself
for my lover
who's breaking
right in front of these
dry eyes.
Corresponding to my poem, "First fall".
Haley Rezac Apr 2013
but what exactly is she inhaling?
The scars on her heart,
the dread of tomorrow,
the knowledge that
she's nothing?

It wouldn't even matter if it was
love and fairy dust
complete with colored sugar;
she just knows she'd rather
not even breathe at all.
Haley Rezac Mar 2014
I could lay out all of my thoughts
on a rusty wire
for you:
all aligned,
waiting to be picked
poked
prodded
examined
rummaged through;
I could even give you a
magnifying glass
free of charge
to discard the remote possibility
that my thoughts aren't what they seem,
but what ******* good would that do?

I'll be exposed,
my thoughts will be torn and hanging
with only the remnants of who I believed
you were,
and who's going to collect the scraps
after you've gone?

I'll be a thoughtless vegetable,
after all.
Haley Rezac Oct 2013
Although your cheek is
my only canvas today
(My lips the paintbrush)
I love you all the same.

*And paintbrushes slip
towards lips, sometimes.
Haley Rezac Nov 2013
You say the light in your life
is faint:
hardly ever there
but how is that possible
when you constantly shine the brightest beam
in mine?
Haley Rezac Sep 2013
Fingertips to lips
legs tangled together;
uncertainty coats your eyelashes.

Little kisses on the nose
forehead, chin;
we know what's coming next.

Your face is buried in
the nape of my neck;
we are cheek to cheek.

I align my nose with yours
our lips centimeters apart

                             Breathe
                   deeply

one...
                           two...
                                                    three
­
          F    
     a                      i                
        l                       n                      f
            l                 t                    o
                                  o       ­          u
                                                       r

Pull away
           eyes open

                        smile at
                                  perfection.
Haley Rezac Apr 2014
Lover I've got a problem
You're not kissing my neck
gripping my sides
You're not letting me
succumb myself to the joy
laced within your skin cells
and God forbid you're not
whispering future plans
in my ear
I can't see you bite your lip
I can't hear the small gasps
that sneak up from the depths
of your throat
I can't smell your cologne
or your bed sheets
or your favorite pillow
**It's all so **** far away
I miss you.
Haley Rezac Jun 2013
You're as wild
as a storm
and even if I chased storms for a living
catching you would be
my proudest
achievement
yet.
Haley Rezac Nov 2013
I've met strangers like you before
but not one have I ever wished to know more
than what I've already seen with a passing nod
I've never bothered to look beyond their façade
and yet, if I was given another chance
I'd offer up more than a vacant glance
because if there's another such treasure as lovely as you                                                                              
I'd spare a moment to acknowledge a few.
Haley Rezac Oct 2013
I hope I one day fall asleep
to the thrum-thrum-thrum
of your heart
against my cheek
as your fingertips caress my side
and our toes
press together

call me cliché
but that, my love,
is all I'll ever
ask for.
Haley Rezac Jul 2013
Light faded;
cascaded down the back of every mountain
and while the sea caressed the shore
its touch soon turned violent
in a fury of interrupted comfort
and just before the world turned dim,
before the earth was cold,
a release of tension
dawned.
Haley Rezac May 2013
The darkest clouds were once so blue
but now amidst the dismal hue
I am only able to pray
that all your worries wash away;
before the rain develops floods
and empties out your pride and blood
--before the thunder drowns your cries
of long forgotten lullabies--
I will pray on your behalf
and until one day is marked my last
I'll be praying you feel love
and continue watching from above
this neverending storm.
Haley Rezac Sep 2013
And if I choose to die,
then Darling, kiss my name
goodbye;
do not deny
the grave that pulls me
down.

Keep me warm
until I'm swallowed away
and the world turns gray
--then RUN!
Head to somewhere underground
Oh God, I hope you won't be found
and let your warmth invade
the cave
before it dies
before it dies;
and make a home for
your head to rest
--I know it's not the best,
my love,
but it will all be over soon
just keep your mind
on me and you
on me and you,
under rain and bitter skies
--you can't deny
we tried, we tried
with angels in the sky
and with tears in their eyes
we fell
--and now this place is nothing but a
living hell.

So SWEETHEART.
I am so SORRY for PUSHING you a-WAY
from me,
I swear I didn't mean to.
I swear my love still rings true
but God I couldn't survive
the lies I put myself through,
they were TORTURE
and no one needs to see
how I can be,
they don't need to see me bleed
in suffering,
especially not you
my dear,
my dear...

So look up in to the rain
as it silently meets your face
and discards each tear
down the drain;
let it pull you
up in its embrace,
keep you from seeing my escape
as you hold the weather close
to your chest
--it's for the best

it's for the best.
Inspired by La Dispute, the best **** lyricists.
Haley Rezac Oct 2013
Do you not know that in every spec of dust
and in each groove carved into the floor
and in all the etches of your skin
there is a grand momentum
building up, waiting to collide
with the essence of you and I in mind,
like the intricacy of your fingernails
digging down
                      down
                               down
into the soul with the speed of light
and only you and I
               you and I in mind
hoping to send us to expressions portraying nothing
--the numbness! the abyss!--
It notices us screaming
but it doesn't give a ****
and in every spec of dust
and in each groove carved into the floor
and in all the etches of your skin
a growing force is inching towards
the walls.
Haley Rezac Nov 2013
Yesterday I missed your arms around me
Today it is your voice
and your lips
Tomorrow will be the way you say
"I seen" instead of "I saw"
or how when you laugh
you open your mouth as wide as it will go
unaccompanied by any sound
Next week I imagine it will be
how you look at me
between each kiss
like you can't believe your eyes
you grip me tighter because of it
like I'm just an illusion and
I'll disappear in seconds
And any other day you're gone
it will be the essence of your stressors
the basis of your burdens
the crux of your half-attempted smiles
that I am bound to miss;
it will be the very core
and constitution
and backbone
of you
that I long to preserve
essentially.
Haley Rezac Aug 2013
It was my fault this time;
he found what I've been hiding
on my right thigh
I'm sorry Baby
I swear I didn't mean to make you cry
it won't happen again
I'll bring the knife higher up
out of sight
from now on.
Haley Rezac May 2013
Your love devours me
         and I love it
Your hands move
         all around me, my
faceneckstomachbacklegs
         [sometimes I wish they'd move to new places]
How can I show you that I love it?
         Easy.
[Kiss harder, don't pull away, grip tightly]
Have your hands ever dared to wander?
        You never let them.
You breathe,
                tilt your head,
                                  lean back to meet my eyes
[don't stare, just touch]
My lips are hungry for yours,
                                                     not for talking.
[Eyes closed, but I see every part of you.]
          I       can      take       care       of       you.
Grip
        Tug
               Pull
                       kiss
                               me
                                     harder
                                                  hold
                                                           me
                                                                 longer
                                                                            love
                                                                                   me
                                                                     *please.
We're all animals.
Haley Rezac May 2013
If I ever come across your stricken face
awash with grief
I hope to be deafeaned
so as to not hear you scream

--God knows I may deserve the sight;
the sight but not the sound--


and I will hold you until the flowers
bloom (or wilt) beneath the rain,
whichever outcome the weather decides for us
I will hold you,
and diminish thoughts of pain
and thoughts of misery,
until your eyes shine once again
as brightly as the sun,
until the meadow is dry and warm
with the absence of defeat

I will hold you.
I can make you whole.
Haley Rezac Jul 2013
I'm sure you go
days
without thinking about me
just as I go
weeks
without even considering
your name
but I know we both remember
the minutes
full of each other
that crept up
unexpectedly,
seconds at a time.
Haley Rezac Jun 2013
Oh, how lovely it would be
If heaven was still a choice
After you cut your own ties
from earth,
And whispered goodbye
To nature and petty things
Knowing you'd be leaving
soon.

Oh, how lovely it would be
If no punishment came from
Digging your own grave for
your own self.
If there was no consequence,
Or lecture or scolding, I know
That I would have been dead
yesterday.
Haley Rezac Sep 2013
You act as if I planned for this
but you don’t know the half of it,
you haven’t a single clue.

You could never understand
my love for rain;
how beautiful it is even after the wind subsides
bringing petrichor.
I wanted to dance beneath it--
you said people would stare
I did so anyways and
watched as you walked away.

You never bothered to decipher
my love for music
or the particular webs of notes
that made my heart strum like a six string
no--you never bothered looking for a pick.
Your only concern was how my preferred genre
contrasted from yours.

You never once fathomed
watching a full movie
without touching your lips
to mine
never truly grasped the scene
or fell in love with any of the characters
got offended when I forced you
to keep your eyes on the screen--
we were in a theater, for God’s sake.

We never spent a single day alone
at your house, nor mine,
never lazed around
watching the day go by around us
while baking fatty desserts,
not watching our favorite movies
playing stupid board games
I would have loved it
but no--when we weren’t with our friends
you were begging on your knees
for me to be in the same position
wouldn’t take no for an answer.

You once asked the medical
definition of depression,
never inquired for more.
Never unraveled the ribbons that tumbled
out of the dusty corners of my brain
late at night
when I couldn’t wipe the tears away
fast enough.
Never respected the days
where I woke up
wishing I didn’t wake up
I just wanted to be left alone
quit trying to hold my hand
you’re just ******* me off
.
No--all you ever said
when those days came and went
was, “I’m sorry”.

Parts of this were my fault too--
I could’ve tried harder
to make you understand--
but the more I distanced myself
the more comfortable I felt.

You never claimed to be a poet, Dear,
but I did;
I claim it each and every day.
You never read the words
I asked you to
but the one good thing
I’ve held on to from our time together
are all the poems I’ve written of you,
all of the words that have collected themselves
to form the patchwork essence of
who you are
and I have finally come to understand
even though you probably haven’t
perhaps you never will
but for this,
I thank you kindly.
Haley Rezac Oct 2013
I love you.

How much?

Well...I was going to say
to the ends of the universe and back
but I decided not to.

Why!
What's wrong with that?

...Not far enough.
To Devin.
Haley Rezac Feb 2014
Don't you know you're in love
with a sad girl

Can't you taste the salt from her tears
in the cracks of her lips

Do you not understand that she holds you so close
because she's paralyzed with fear
that you'll drift away
like every other good memory

The days you aren't there
are the days she morphs into an empty shell
though even when you're kissing her
she's only faking that pretty little smile
you now can't live without

Don't you know you're in love with a sad girl

Can't you see she's in love with you too?
Haley Rezac Oct 2013
Depression is not poetic
it is not beautiful
when examined under
pale moonlight

it is not something one should strive for
in order to be understood
in order to connect
with their temporarily sad peers

Depression is a continous thought
flowing from your fingertips
and vibrating in your eardrums
when you are wide awake at 3 a.m.
devising a plan to sleep forever

why do people think that
admitting to a neverending onslaught of internal battles
is glamorous?
do they not know that happiness
sits comfortably on the tips of their noses,
an arm’s reach away?

I dream of a world
in which teenage girls
eat three times a day
without using their fingers
as a garbage disposal
just so they can match
society’s standards of
‘pretty’.

I dream of a world
in which teenage boys
do not overload themselves
on some mechanical
technological machine
just so they can match
society’s standards of
‘strong’.

I crave a world
in which I am not artificial
in which I do not need pills
to smile.

I crave a world
in which we can all laugh;
a world in which
we actually live and breathe
rather than
exist and ruin;
a world in which
‘Depressed’
‘Pretty’
‘Hot’
‘Manly’
are simply adjectives
and not definitons
of who we are.
Haley Rezac Jul 2013
he's got a sad soul
with clocks wound around his wrists
tick-tocking for me.
Haley Rezac May 2014
I had a boy on top of me tonight
but not just any boy
he's an angel
a champion
my only hope in the most dreary of days

he laid on top of me in the grass
with lighting flashing behind his eyes
the wind shook the branches around us
and this angel
carried
               me
                       away
gathered me up in
every fold of his heart
we drifted towards euphoria--

I swear I'm in love.
Haley Rezac Sep 2013
Her wingspan is
a mystery
lost and forgotten
information;

he holds her too close
to even let them
flutter.

— The End —