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This is not a poem,
I really wish I could write one again.
This a sad echo,
from someone who is already dead.

I used to be better,
when that part of me was alive.
She was the one that understood my soul,
she transformed my tears in art.

But I killed her, I killed me,
and now I can't see through my tears
I'm drowning, but I can't scream.
  I'm speechless.

I forgot how to write poetry
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 Apr 2018 Luna Maria
Julia
You took away the glory I felt for myself
You claimed my insecurities and thought everyone they were yours
You don't need my significance, because you got your own now
You pretend that you're okay, and I should too
You are someone I can't life without, which seems to make me weak
You do show your support for the things and people that i loved
You gracefully understand that I'm to be hurt quite easy
But you don't make it easy
 Feb 2018 Luna Maria
Julia
And how a being alike to me, is much richer in the way of speech
O, how I envy, but how I want you to teach
The pride you carry upon, could be everything that’s not me
I despise it, even though it’s the one thing I want to be
I yearn to be someone, confident in their act
But with the amounts of times I sorrow, what should I expect?
I must and need to feel assurance of the others alike
I will have the same fearlessness with what you strike
The torment of grudges and the unsure, I will let go
The place I’m in now is really more like a shadow
Then it is me, o not what I was predestined for
Fears take upon me every time I speak or move
Who will I be and how many will disapprove
I beg you, instruct me how to do it; I will not be scared no more
my first poem on this site!
 Dec 2017 Luna Maria
Eli
My thoughts are taking over,
they take my heart, take my mind.
I slowly float away,
but my body is left behind.
People talk to me,
speak to me,
wait until i’m done.
I just don’t hear them anymore,
I’m somewhere else,
I’m gone.
I’ll come back, I promise.
When my thoughts leave me alone.
Where and how, I don’t know.
But I’ll be there,
for you,
soon.
 Dec 2017 Luna Maria
Eli
Everytime you leave me,
I drown in thoughts and tears.
Everytime you touch me,
I smile, but I still fear.
'Cause what if you'll leave me,
you're doing it,
again.
But what if you'll love me,
my flaws and who I am.
I am afraid that I'll choose wrong.
So I am standing,
in the middle, in between.
I am afraid that you'll leave me,
once you have seen it,
me.

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