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I don't feel emotions
the same as I used to,
and that worries me.
It used to be so vivid
So vibrant and golden.
Now it's like looking out
through a ***** window.
I fear that it won't ever
return to the beauty.
 Jan 2015 Jan Harak
Mikaila
I could name you as the sound
A cello string makes when struck,
That low thrum that seeps into the blood.

I could see you in the rain,
The way it reaches for everything
And through it.

I couldn't make you a city.
That doesn't sound special, but it is.
I could picture you in one, gazing up at the glittering lights
And adding your rhythm to its pulse

But you
You belong to the land.

I've never met anyone who belongs here like you do.
You could have peeled yourself from the bark of a willow tree
And stepped into the world.

You could have emerged from the sea
While it still churned from a violent storm.

Lightning could have reached from the sky
And began your fingertips
In some lonely field somewhere.

You are not
Man made.
You are too pure. Too clear.
We muddy, we tarnish, but we do not
Create things like you.
We only
Claim them.

You did not rise from a sidewalk crack
Or stretch up from the shadow of a streetlight.
You come from something older.
Something
Better.

And I don't think you have any
Idea.
 Jan 2015 Jan Harak
Mikaila
Do you worry that I'll love you?
Sometimes I do.
But
I think that if I were to love you
I would love you the way I first learned to love:
Quietly, and with no demands.
I think if the worst were to happen
I wouldn't reach for you
Only tell you
That you are beautiful.
Perhaps
It has happened already.
I wonder if I fear it, sometimes.
But what I really fear
Is that you will fear it.
I wonder if you worry that I'll love you
And you are just too good
Too truly good
To do anything about it.
If you do worry,
You needn't:
If I were to love you
I would love you like you were made of glass-
Delicate, exquisite, and untouchable.
 Jan 2015 Jan Harak
Sana
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 Jan 2015 Jan Harak
Sana
I can't sleep
I don't want to sleep
But tomorrow is a long day
And I have to rest
I have to get
Enough beauty sleep
The morning rays already
Reveal way too much flaws
And I needn't to be more ugly
Than what I already am inside
That's why I need to sleep now
So I can pretend
That none of this is true
That I have a beautiful soul
That I have a beautiful mind
People are blind
Even when they can see
They chose to be blind
Only so they don't see
That what they dreamt about at night
Was not a mere nightmare
You know?
I don't believe in a beautiful world
As charming and as precious
As it is
As lovely and as kind
As I am
The world is twisted
And so is my mind
 Jan 2015 Jan Harak
Sana
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 Jan 2015 Jan Harak
Sana
I know          

                          I know

I know

And I want to say it all

But I've got a little cockroach

Resting on my lips

And I'm afraid

It'll crawl inside

If I open my mouth
Dear The Boy Who Is Wasting My Time and Emotion,

I can do so much better than you.

no you can't

You are hurting me, every time you speak to me, you break me a little more.

Get over it Princess. You deserve it. God, you're pathetic.

Stop texting me when you have a girlfriend

but you want him to, secretly

I am going to find someone someday who is so much better than you.
Someone who will treat me right instead of treating me like I'm his
Plan B. I'm going to find someone who doesn't drink and get high to
work out his problems when he can't even legally drive yet. That's not
called "being complicated and deep" as you seem to think, it's
called "being an alcoholic and a druggie". I'm going to find someone
who reads, who likes the same books I do and won't make fun of the
series I love that saved me from myself when I wanted to **** myself.
I'm going to find someone with a good heart, who CARES about me,
who will not be Broken but will be okay with me being Broken. Who
will fix me. Not someone who just wants an ego boost like you do.

you will never find anyone like that. You will never do better than
him.


You really aren't who you used to be

So? You should take what you can get, stupid girl. No boy has ever
liked you, and no boy ever will. No boy has even called you pretty
besides him.


You're bad for me.

You are not worth anything better

You say you are sorry and regret hurting me, but I don't believe you

believe him

I want to believe you. So badly

so then just believe him!

but I can't

you stupid ugly worthless *****...

And even if I did believe you, you don’t even like me. You haven’t
even spoken to me for a month. A MONTH you *******!

You’re not worth noticing or speaking to. Why would he care? Just
take it. Take how he treats you and deal with it. It’s what you deserve.
Get used to it, *****.


Even if we talked for a while, for a long while and you managed to
deceive me enough into getting close with you again, then if you asked
me out and we went back down the path we were on before you
dropped me so easily, I could never trust you. You text me flirty texts
while you’re WITH HER! You HAVE a girlfriend and NO girl deserves
to be treated like that. No girl deserves to have an unfaithful boy who
is in her life, but is not committed to her when he claims he is.

You deserve that.

Not even me.

Yes you do.

So I don’t deserve to be treated the way you treat me. I get a mini heart
attack every time you text me and I’d like you out of my life.

Don’t do that. You’ll regret it. You are so, so alone you stupid *****.
What are you thinking?


I can do better than you. I can find someone who likes me. Someone
who’s idea of a good time doesn’t involve ecstasy. Someone who
doesn’t need to be drunk to say something nice to me.

Oh please. You will never ever find anyone.

Please just stop now. I have bigger problems than a boy like you.

Your problems could be solved with a  boy like him though!

I told you that you didn’t hurt me. I am lying. I’m not going to let you
keep hurting me however.

But the pain is so addictive. Let him keep hurting you. It makes you
feel like maybe you’re worth something, if you have his approval. If he
tells you you’re pretty, it makes you wonder for a second if the mirror
is wrong. You will never be convinced, but it makes you wonder, for
just a split second. It hurts, but it’s a lovely split second. Listen to me!


I’m NOT YOUR F!CKING CONSILATION PRIZE okay?

Yeah. You’re right about that, at least. What kind of ******
consolation prize would you be? Who would want you? You’re not a consolation prize to him, you’re just a another girl for when he’s bored. That’s all you deserve to be. Take it, worthless. You’re ugly. Take what you can get.


Usually, this is where I’d say: I’m sorry. Goodbye. But I am not sorry
and I’ve apologized to you far too many times so far and I shouldn’t
have. I had nothing to be sorry about.

You always have something to be sorry about. Apologize that he has
to look at you and your ugly face. That you exist. That you are wasting
space on his phone with your picture and your contact and your texts.
Apologize for being so difficult and annoying and desperate and
pathetic and self-centered and self-deprecating and say you’re sorry
that you ever offended him by being so pompous as to believe for even
just half a second (or half a summer, as it were) that you could be
worthy of his interest. Because you are worth nothing. You are not
enough. You are inferior. You are a failure. A waste.


So goodbye.

-Ember.

You’ll regret it later. You will never find a boy as good as him. Ever.
You will never even find another guy. You don’t deserve him, let alone
anyone else. It was a fluke that he ever ended up with the misfortune
of knowing you. You will never do better than him.


Yes I will.

No you won’t, you stupid ugly worthless *****.

Yes. I will.
My dark side is in the bolded letters.

Well, there's your waste of time for the day: Me.

Sorry for being so annoyingly self-deprecating. I know, it's very pathetic. I just am so sick of this guy who keeps suddenly texting me out of the blue and throwing all my emotions way off.
 Jan 2015 Jan Harak
WickedHope
You are my snow
White reaching me
In my winter
Beautiful falling
Touching me all over
But you are the one
Melting me
My thoughts of you
Abundant as these
Crystalline flakes
All about me
Filling my heart
People move past you
Everyday ignoring
While I crouch
And hold your pieces
Up to my heart
Beating in my chest
Warmed by the chill
You are my frost
Coating me
Making me numb
Yet feel so deeply
Covered in your
Glistening in the
Sunshine
Moonlight
Daytime
Dark night
You are my snow
Reaching far to me
In my winter
I love you.
Now that I've said it, I won't stop:
❄ I love you.
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