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giving up on poetry is like
giving up on air
except more painful

holding on to my past is like
my own crown of thorns
that I wear without complaint

having a depressive episode is like
drowning in a black lake of me
but I hate the person I am

being myself is like
the disappointment you feel as a child
when you realize you can't be anything you want.
you hold back your tears,
honestly, you've been holding them for years.
But you don't have to do that with me,
I promise I will listen, I will see
We will go through the problems,
and figure out answers to solve them.
Even if you feel the world getting bipolar,
you will always have my shoulder.

But you can't cry because you have to be a 'man',
but that is one thing I will never understand.
Who the hell said that crying makes you weak,
just because you aren't afraid to feel, you are a freak?
I love you and I will try to make you understand,
I command these falsehoods to unhand the man

who makes me smile.
Guys don't like
girls like me
pretty to the eyes
with insides ugly
a past so aghast
a mind so contrast
a tongue so sharp
a mess of shards
all I'll be
is me
and me being me
isn't ****
I'm repulsive
I'm impulsive
I'm not impressive
but very expressive,
some days I'm cold
some days I do what I'm told
some days I give you the fight of your life
some days I wish for you to make me your wife,
guys don't like
girls like me
chained to my fears
appearing to be free
I can smile in my pain
then cry in my regrets
keeping my heat safe
I'll love you in my brain,
all I wish is for
a guy like me
to like me
for who I am
and not what
he wants me to be
a chance, a risk, a gamble
a love story in shambles.
Your absence fills my heart

like an unclaimed piece of art,

you already knew

that I lacked hues

so

I

charged

U

for

theft

when

you

left

but you made me realize

how dull are my eyes

how muffled are my cries

how lame is my existence

how pointless is my persistence,

how far you are

when you still hold me close,

how easy I am

waiting to be the one you chose,

I know

in this world of "Hello"

all I'll ever be is "Crucio"

unlovable

&

unwanted

-a pretty little thing that'll

always remain haunted.
P.S. Neither have I watched nor read the Harry Potter Series.....

P.P.S. I really liked having you around. I'm sorry you will never be able to say the same about me. I really am a curse, a liability, a messed up personality.

the prettiest faces do hide the ugliest traces
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