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Hiraeth Jun 2017
"He'd never understand,"
So she draws the curtain closed
Now her shadows were hidden
Her white curtains glowed
The shadows were hid
The tears obscured
The heart locked away

"She's so happy. Her window glows."
So he draws his curtains closed
Now his shadows were hidden
His white curtain glowed
The shadows were hidden
The tears obscured
The heart locked away

And so they remained strangers to each other
Never once thinking that
Behind those glowing white curtains
They hid the same shadows
Obscured the same tears
Locked away the same heart.
  Jun 2017 Hiraeth
Chloe's Not An Angel
She screams and cries
But there's nothing inside.
She won't find what she's looking for,
Because she says that she "just can't anymore".

Her eyes search the floor,
Just to keep her safe,
She wants to keep her distance far away.

She screams, she cries
The nostalgia is building inside.
The girl tries to convalesce from her saudade.

Sometimes she feels big,
But her presence is small.
She screams and cries
That she's burning inside

Only her imagination can put out the flame,
But this only reignites it all over again.

She screams, she cries
She's nothing inside.
Hiraeth Jun 2017
The bitter irony of life
Is this:
It's the people with trust issues
Who hate being lonely
It's the people with everything
Who hate existing
It's the people with the widest smiles
Who hate smiling
It's the people who need love the most
Who remain unloved
It's the weak
Who are forced to be strong
It's the forgotten
Who long to be remembered

It is the shadow
That's frightened of the darkness
It's the chained
Who long to soar
It is the numb
Who long to feel
It is the people who crave an end to their suffering
Whom death eludes
  Jun 2017 Hiraeth
JK Cabresos
She was waiting
to be kissed,
she was the bridesmaid.
Hiraeth Jun 2017
I see them laughing, shimmering,
All around her.
She is the river,
the lithe, gurgling river
That everyone plunged into.
While I?
I am the cold icy drip from the eaves
That trickles down one's neck and makes them cringe.
I don't mind being unnoticed
Being forgotten
Being alone
I just mind that I mind so much.
Hiraeth Jun 2017
The light sang in her ears
Sprightly, musical white light.
The salt made her feet tingle
Steaming, soothing salt.
Glass drenched everything
Twisting, summery glass.
Soundful silence
Rueful bliss
Placid insanity
Hiraeth Jun 2017
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words won't simply hurt me
No, they'll burn more than acid on skin,
Settle like dust on every thought,
Pound me as water would stone
Itch like sand in my eyes
But they'll be the only thing I have left of you when you desert me.
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