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helena luce Sep 2018
Confession theory 1 : I'm afraid I've fallen in love with a boy who doesn't reciprocate. 
Confession theory 2: I'm afraid I've fallen in love with a boy who doesn't even realize he's fallen too.
Confession theory 3 : I’m terrified that I’ve fallen in love with a boy who never got over his first
Confession theory 4 : I can't differentiate left from right or up from down, I'm afraid I've gone completely mad.
Confession theory 5: This has been just all a mess in my head, I guess. 
Confession 6: I've fallen in love with you so deeply, so deeply I'm afraid
You see, I'm afraid it's only me
So are you,
Falling for me too?
Or is it true,
I'm just not the one for you?
helena luce Feb 2018
That one night in bed, I felt the energy of all our innocent needs and desires. We both had a loss for words, struggling to explain this powerful feeling.
But then

You revealed it,
"okay I'll just say it, I think there's something between us."
That was thee moment.
#gl #2016
helena luce Dec 2016
I.
Some may call it an excuse.
I believe it’s a gift.
Thoughts have no end,
A story pours out
About coincidentally
Finding a penny
With his birth year
To how he has the same
Birthday
As Mariah Carey
To End with a passionate debate on
Who is better?
Mariah or Ariana.
With my original question being,
“Where are you?”

Not a mental disorder but,
A diverse perspective of the world.

He Illustrated


II.
“ADHD is like
I’m watching TV when
I remember I was going to make a hot pocket
So I put my hot pocket in the microwave
Go back to watch TV when
I get a message asking me about my day.
Beep
Oh my hot pocket!
Shoot, I have to do laundry.
Okay But I have to turn the TV off.
My day?
-It was all right, yours?
Dam it! Where’s the remote?
Aw, my hot pocket is cold now.
Forget it-”
Dedicated to my best friend.
#gl
  Nov 2016 helena luce
autumn
The only part of my day
That I look forward to
Is when I go to bed
And lay there making up scenarios
In my head.

I think of comebacks
To 8th grade bullies.
I think of witty retorts
To my mother's snide comments.
I think of intelligent things to add
To conversations I had months ago.

I think of all the things
I was too scared to say.

And in my mind
I say them.
And pretend how things would be different
If only I had the courage to speak.
helena luce Jul 2016
Now you have a handle on it.

Some feelings bump into you, say excuse me and move on.

Just a phase.

Others, attach themselves to the deepest parts of your spirit.

Like a fatal disease.

There’s little to no guarantee on which feelings live and which disintegrate.

Therein lies the question: Are they truly worthy of your candid affection?

And is the fight to obtain them, significant?

Can I have a handle on your thoughts?
helena luce Jun 2016
I love Him
I like him

He hurt me
he doesn't like me

I don't want Him
I cant have him

I miss Him
I crave him

I want Him
But
I want him

He wants me
he wants her

he knows
He has no idea
helena luce Mar 2016
"Im ready"
My mind mumbles

"Im not . . ."
My heart whispers
"You may long to reminisce but what you visualize I endure.
Considering you've forgotten, I secure the strength to continue beating."

"But for I would rather accept the past i have been given so you can grow stronger
Than to throw away a milestone you'll have over came forever."

"My dear I don't believe I can handle the pain that'll come with the sacrifice of knowing the dreadful  unknown"

"Darling, you'll have me and ill have you and together, we're invincible.
When its over Everything will be okay."

"Promise?"
"Promise."
Read like my mind and heart are conversing.
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