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i never did get to show you the poetry i wrote about you,
i never did get to kiss you as many times as i wanted,
and if i knew our last kiss was going to be our last
id go back and give you 100 more.

i found poetry within the knots of your hair,
and i found comfort within the warmth of your lips,
and if i wouldve known us doing this would have caused all this chaos
i would still do it all again
because youre worth it

-you were always worth it
written about a boy who broke my heart by the ocean.
"How are you doing today?"
******* horrible, not like you give a ****.
"Great, and you?"
As if I actually give a ****
"I'm great as well, thanks for asking."
Are you lying like me? Are you secretly hurting too?
"Yeah, no problem."
I want to ******* die.
"Oh dear, you look so tired."
Probably the insomnia. Thanks for noticing.
"Yeah I haven't been going to bed on time recently."
I haven't been feeling too much recently, either.
"Aw, a routine is something you need to get into. Going to bed early will make you feel better the next day."
They said the same thing about anti-depressants, yet here we are.
"Yeah, you're right, I should probably get on top of that."
When will this conversation be over When will this conversation be over When will this conversation be over
"Well you have a nice day now!"
I won't, but thanks for the concern.
"You too! Lovely chatting with you!"
That just took every last ounce of energy I had left in my body. Oh god I'm so sick I'm so tired I need help I need help I wanna die please someone see through me and help me I need-
"Hey! How are you doing today?"
Inspired from a day when my mom picked me up from school because i was having a ****** day mental health wise , and she asked me if I was "excited to get a homecoming dress"and i said yes. Not because I actually was-because truthfully i wasnt feeling anything, I was beyond spacey and emotionless- but because I knew I shouldve been. The italics are a persons thoughts who is suffering from mental illness inbetween the sentences exchanged in a conversation.
i bring my notebook
into the coffee shop
writing down my
thoughts for the day

sipping on a frappe
i let my pen lead the way
writing and writing
about anything and everything

sitting in a coffee shop
with various voices
alternative music
all around me

meeting new people
focusing on my thoughts
letting the coffee fill my veins
sitting in a coffee shop as im writing this right now
you loved me with every bit of your ******* heart, and i guess i overdosed.
written about a childhood love.
Ever since I was little, I've said I want to travel the whole world. But now I've met you, and I no longer feel the need to see the whole world. For your eyes go deeper than any ocean, and your tongue tastes better than anything else the world has to offer; You yourself are a bunch of different little adventures.
Actually, I guess I do wanna see the whole world- my whole world.
And that is you.
i wrote this for a boy i love while he was having a suicidal episode one night.
time goes by so fast with you
one moment im wrapped in your arms, listening to your heart beat while playing with your beautiful blonde hair
then the next im home, alone, thinking about the next time i get to be with you
im so wrapped up in you.

*-you're the one i've been waiting for.
as i talked about a boy i love, my mother said "youre so wrapped up in him." And it inspired this.
And as you looked into my eyes, confessing your apologies, you made my knees weak and tears rim my eyelids. There was a moment of silence, and in that moment my soul whispered "I miss you." And I think, maybe, ever so faintly, I heard yours whisper back "Me, too."

-g.r.s.
   5:53 pm
him.
and that was the end.
 Sep 2017 blue mercury
mk
i never quite grew
out of my terrible twos
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