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Ingrid Ohls Jun 2016
I find I can be such a silly little girl at times.
Don't you agree my love?
I mean I cry all the time,
much like a child, craving attention, spoiled.
I mean, what reason does this princess really have,
for spending nights crying away?

So stupid of me, quite honestly...
I mean, you are never here, when you are,
you are asleep,
or on the phone,
or fighting with me,
or we are having ***,
or you are laughing with other people,
while I selfishly sit anxiously out of control,
constantly on the brink it seems,
to have an attention seeking, time wasting panic attack.

And honestly, the way I cause a scene,
as I get head butted, punched in the face
by a full grown man.
It is truly unbecoming, yes I do agree.
I mean, the misssing hair too,
from being pulled out,
should just grow back already.
Like, honestly what is wrong with me?
Why do you put up with me in such a state?

And my dear, leaving someone elses home,
leaving me there, day after day.
Like really, what more could I ask for?
Like honestly when I broke, and would
be in a manic depressive and and anxious all the time.
I left you.
So really I should be fine with being alone constantly.

I mean, you were there for me to support me through so much,
the honest to goodness truth right there.
And when my heart was ripped right out of my chest,
and I was told that my children were to be away from me.
Like honestly, I was such a goofy ***** to you.

While I had heartbreak, and grief and resentment
and I lost so much.
I was really quite stupid, not knowing how to process it.
Not knowing how to release my feelings and fears.
I ruined you at the darkest days of mine.

And I shouldn't be upset at you leaving me,
coming and bringing your new little chick right in.
Insulting me, and yelling at me, hurting me.
I mean I broke up with you all the time,
when I was having a depressive episode.

Or was questioning if I could get over the first time still,
when I broke up with you.
And that night you had someone else to ****.
Or was wondering if someone could truly love someone.
Yet , have them waiting sobbing hurt and apologizing
for how my depression hurt you.
While you we across the street ******* someone with the perfect
view of our truck.
I broke up with you,
when you didn't come home, or didn't tell me you were leaving.
Or didn't come to court,
Or make sure I got there, while you had our car.
When you left my dog alone all day in a small room.
Came home at 6pm, then asked me to drive you around,
while you told me how I have been so horrible.
Silly girl, I am such an evil human being in your eyes.
I do honestly deserve to be knocked out don't I?

And slutty and disloyal,
should be my middle names.
I mean any other girl in the universe could pull off,
bailing you out of jail when you were arrested in a hotel room,
with your new **** piece.
There isn't another soul in the world,
that wouldn't even question sending you almost every thing she had,
wouldn't  keep putting money on a line that I answered
and talked to you on for hours everyday.
For you to get angry and yell at me for not doing
all the things you needed done.
While I was homeless, broke at times.
It is also truly disgusting, that I couldn't keep my legs closed.
I mean I should always feel wanted by you.
I am stupid to feel insecure, why would I?

I can be such an idiot at times.
Hurting like I do,
crying when you leave me,
so I know I will be alone for the next 16 hours or so.
While you hang out and go places
that you won't take me.
Cause I am just a miserable ***** when you do.
When I am upset at you leaving me in a car for an hour,
while you sit and chat with an female enemy of mine.
Respect? I'm an idiot if I don't feel respected,
honestly I shake my head at me.
What a joke.

I need to just stop it with this stupid depression
and PTSD thing.
I am lying when I say I can't, just stop is all I have to do.
I am a pathological liar.

And why would my goofy *** hate myself?
With so many insults going around,
With being a failure like I am,
fighting so many battles
and losing them all while I gave it my all.
is just the silliest.

I mean I should feel loved,
when I am sobbing asking you to hold me.
And get hit,
When I am begging you to love me.
And you throw garbage at me
walking away
or I take a well deserved punch or two.
I should feel special while you speak to a bunch of other girls.
and you tell me of the horrible things being said about me.
And when I ask for you to come home,
I should not expect anyone to wanna be around my crybaby self.
If I would just stop it and be happy
then you wouldn't have to  talk to me like that.

If my stubborn, fat head would only just accept that you want me.
While I cry alone all the time,
sitting with no one to talk to
nothing to do.
You are making us money,
so I just need to stop with my nervous breakdown.
It past the point of too much.

I just need to stop hurting, stop the insecurities
stop the panic attacks and just stop hurting and get over the grief.
If could only stop being a ***** with her head in a vortex.
With bad memories, insults and pain 24/7.
Treating you like ****,
stop getting ****** and asking you to want to be near me.
To hold me and love cause I hate myself right now.
Than maybe you wouldn't just be annoyed by tortuous pain in my heart.
Maybe if I could stop going crazy
cause I can just stop it if I wanted to.
I would never be the cause of you to be so angry
that you lash out at me.
Tell me I am the ******* I keep saying I am.

Silly girl, just stop the pain,
Stop expecting him to care,
Stop assuming stupid things like you not loving me..

Maybe I would be worthy of your love,
Instead of your punches.
If I would just end my life myself.

You could be the loving, grieving man of a silly girl who just wouldn't get her head out of the clouds.
Ingrid Ohls Jun 2016
The thoughts circle in my head.
Darkness
Pain
Anxiety
Desperation
I am gonna go to jail.

I am gonna miss family court.

I'm gonna lose my only reason for living.

The one, who loves me.
Doesn't respect me.
Sees no issue in me feeling degraded.
I'm losing.
I'm drowning.

Why go forward?
Why fight?
      For what? Myself?
I don't even know who I am anymore.
And even less do I know if I'm worth anything?
I do know I just constantly hurt.
Why don't my tears mean anything?

I feel as if I can't move.

I feel u human.

Hated
Disgusting
Repulsive

Why would I try to move forward?
Why fight?
         To feel even lower?
Less even more?

What am I after I lose the one last hope I cling to?
What happens when that last piece of my soul breaks?
Why? In a roomful of people, do I just feel awkward? Unwanted?
Pathetic?
So different?
I give up
I don't know what to fight for anymore

Fight
      And
           Lose
                Fight
                      And
                            Lose
I just show my girls how to lose.
Ingrid Ohls Apr 2016
True love.
When you see the words, you wish for it.
Assuming it would and should be so easy.  
You want it, you want true unconditional, undying love.
The kind of love that never changes, never leaves, or takes a vacation.

The kind of love that is unselfish, never believing a lie.
The kind of love that is never deceitful.
The kind of love that us mere mortals have created an image of in our heads.
As we are so prone to do, always wanting, bigger, better and badder.

We lose sight of the fact that we are far from unconditional beings.
We die, we change, we do selfish things, every last one of us.
We can be deceived, as well as deceive ourselves.
We are mortals, we will be born and we will die.
We will always try to attain the impossible things that we do not need.
We get bigger, not better, we get badder.

If for one second, we continue to let ourselves believe that as humans,
we will never, ever hurt the one we care about.
Or let our mind wander from time to time,
we would be setting ourselves up for failure.
We are humans, we make mistakes daily.
We hurt ourselves, we hurt the ones we love.
No matter what we do these things are certain.

But I know, in my heart and in my head
The only person that I could ever imagine growing old with, is you.
Ever since the moment you came into my life,
I knew you would never not be in it.
You are my soul mate, you are my better half.
You are the one who can make me smile, when I want to crawl into a hole and die.

And I am so very sorry I am just human.
I am so sorry for believing lies about you, or lying to you.
I am sorry for not always being there for you.
Because I love you,
and you deserve someone to always be there for you.
You deserve me to always be there for you.
Because you love me,
and you want me to be there for you.

I promise you this,
until the end of time I will love you.
I will do everything I can to make sure every day you know how amazing you are.
How important you are to me,
and how I never want to wake up without you by my side.

You make me a better person,
and you push me when I need it.
You make me more me than anyone else.
You love me for everything I am,
and everything I am not.
You amaze me,
your love for me amazes me.
Our love for each other is amazing.
You make me want to be stronger, better, more than I am.
I love you, only you.
I never want to not have you in my life.

We have both ****** up.
And those **** human tendencies we were cursed with,
will pop up again.
But I promise you this, and I hope you promise me the same.
I will never leave you,
I will never let anyone else touch me.
I only want your hands on my body,
I only want you inside of me.
I will never intentionally hurt you or deceive you.
I will never again cheat on you,
I will never make you believe you aren’t the best part of my life.
Because you are.

I realize that what we have is true love,
it is the most rare and beautiful love in the world.
I also realize though,
this is the real true love.
Not the one that doesn’t exist.
The one that has been forced down our throats for years
by fake stories, watching fake people live story book lives.
That love isn’t real.
They aren’t real.
Our love is real.
We are real.

We are as real as real can be.
And so is our love.

Our love is the kind of love that has waited for each other.
Our love is the kind of love that never has faltered, never lessened.
Our love is the kind of love that has kept us going, has made us better people.
We would die for each other, we live for each other.
We breathe each other in, we are the mirror image of each other.

You touch me, and my temperature instantly rises.
I crave your lips on my skin.
Our senses heighten at the sight of each other,
and we fit so perfectly together,
it is too ****** clear to see we were made for each other.

You are my best friend,
you are my soldier.
I am your best friend,
I am your allie.
I will ride out with you as your lover and friend until the day I die.
I will always stand tall when you need me to and I will always hold you down.

You will never ever have to wonder if I have your back,
just know this already.
We are not a fairy tale, we are not make believe.
We are real.
We are the most amazing love story I have ever known.

The thought of our unique and real love story makes me smile,
No matter how dark the day.
I love you.
I love every single part of you.
I love the thought of you.

I love this poem I just wrote because I wrote it for you.
To explain my love, to explain our love.
To tell you that I will never ever not be your girl.
I will mail this to you,
and you will read it while in jail.
Because we are real and we are bad ***.
We are the only thing either of us knows for sure.

I love you baby, and no matter how bad this road gets,
I will ride out for you.
I will never stop trying to be a better person for myself, and for you.
I will always miss you when you are not beside me.
And no one will ever take your place.
You are irreplaceable.
Your love is irreplaceable.

You and I,
will always have the most real, most profound, most beautiful love story I have ever known.

You and I,
Until the end of time.
Ingrid Ohls Feb 2016
There's a blank slate sleeping beside me.
With little hands, little feet,
A gigantic imagination.
She sleeps so soundly now,
Finally gives in to fatigue.
She is stubborn, hilarious, full of love
A heart of gold
I see this little girl sleeping,
I actually have the knowledge,
That she will move mountains.
Not that long ago tonight,
I was here nagging, "shhh"
"Are you crazy don't do that!"
This sleeping angel of mine.
She tells it how she see's it
She makes no excuses.
Ideas like riding a bean bag chair down stairs.
Jumping as high and as far as she can
She is never still awake
She always has something to say.
I quite frequently beg for her to calm down
Stop running around me,
To please, please, please for one minute.
I just need quiet.
She has a heart bigger than the biggest man.
The kind of person,
Who would get a Kleenex for a stranger crying.
Her hugs are like a minutes of pure bliss
The best part of my day is when a little voice says,
"Mommy I love you as much as you love me"
And I try to tell her, that she loves me more than anything in a hundred universes.
She agrees so proud.
I am too.
Seeing this innocence, this love for everyone.
Makes me more than proud.
I'm so incredibly grateful for having known her.
Let alone, I get to be her mother.
She's loud, hyper, crazy.

I'm exhausted,
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Ingrid Ohls Feb 2016
When you look in the mirror,
And it's not quite right.
When you can see a rib or two,
But still see the fat.
The muscle is still there,
And you think it should go too.
When you look at your face,
And it doesn't look nice.
Where you tried to find some good.
But it's lacking.
Obsessive compulsive,  critical of one's self.
Body dismorphic disorder.
Look at your skin,  do research
A week has passed before you know it.
And all you have done is tried everything know to man to fix your misgivings.
Try to relax yourself,  weigh in.
Cut out carbs, sugar, high fat foods.
Spending hundreds on vitamins and supplements.
Still unacceptable.

Stare at your hair,
Brush it, hair mask, treatment after treatment.
He looks on, knows something is up.
You have spent years rehearsing how to hide the anxiety.
Amazing acting.
Sometimes, you want to say what you really feel.
How exhausted you are from obsessing about the things you hate.
Smallest thing in the world, no one would even notice this...
Taking your thumb, wrapping it around your wrist
Seeing how many fingers touch.
Sending yourself over the edge into a six month spree of exhausting tactics to fix the horrendous imperfections.
Or sometimes, a calm wave settling your mind.
Never for long, but you will love every minute of the normalcy.

Then
You stand in the mirror
Notice all the flaws again
And the sheer panic races from your mind through your entire body.
And once again
That part in your brain that is different from most
Speaks to you
Till its the only thing you hear.

You're disgusting
Fix yourself by any means, you are worthless in this current state
Fix this mess of complete garbage
Or die trying
Ingrid Ohls Feb 2016
It'. s like I just can't seem to get it right.
Like no piece is falling into the right place,
Like all the frustration will never end.
EverythingI wanted, needed so desperately.
Lingers and taunts me, with every grasp I make.
It floats further away,
Never to feel whole, never feel okay.

It's like I'm always wrong.
Im just this nuissance, a broken piece.
Just getting in the way.
It's like you never will change,
The resentment towards me.
The lack of patience.
Not caring to notice just what I need.
You don't want it.

It's like Im screaming inside,
Hopelessly clawing my way up a endless hole.
I am trying to cure myself,
Save the world around me.
And now,
With every harsh word.
Every angry comment,
Every secret,
I slip deeper.
I hate myself.
Because I don't even know who I am.
I'm no one, nothing.
I'm not me.
I'm just a worthless waste of time.
With everytime it's proven how little I am,
It digs deeper, more intense pain than the time before.

It's literally killing me,
Tearing at every inch of me.
And yet,
Its not noticed, nothing changes.
The only change is me,
Slipping further and further into a dark hole.
Losing pieces of myself constantly.
With no one to help me save them
Ingrid Ohls Feb 2016
I remember your smile,
I remember your voice.
I remember how many times
You told me how you felt when you first saw me.
I felt so giddy.
I can see your face, your lips.
I can feel the high energy you had near me.
I can feel the electricity between us.
I know how it feels to wake up smiling.
Beside you.
I can feel how hard it was for you.
To sit there and tell me that the one before.
Was carrying your baby.
I promised we would be friends.
Who knew that friendship would be so amazing.
And so difficult.
We both knew we needed each other in our lives.
We couldnt let go.
I love our conversations.
I read what you wrote me.
You are so happy to have me in your life to support you.
But, we grab each other close again
Our lips touch and we cant stop ourselves.
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