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Jo Hummel Sep 2014
I want to be able to express my feelings for you,
but I'm not so sure how,
nor am I sure that you care.
I lack the ability to write well when I'm not drowning in my depression.
What do I say other than "I love you?"

How can I tell you that you can be what I look forward to most?
How can I tell you that when I wake up I check my phone to see if you've messaged me?
How can I tell you that the mere thought of you is enough to make me smile and that sometimes you're all I ever want and that I hope heaven sounds like the smile in your voice when you tell me goodnight?
How can I tell you that I wouldn't be able to live without you?

Maybe I'll find a way eventually.
Jo Hummel Sep 2014
I am not strong, nor will I ever be.
I am not pretty, or confident,
intelligent, or witty,
or even very considerate.
I can barely take care of myself.

If it makes you feel safe, though,
or keeps you alive a while longer, with a healthy smile on your face,
then I will try to be all of those things, and then some.
How do poem I'm just writing aimlessly at this point
Jo Hummel Sep 2014
I'm sorry for the rollercoaster,
but I'm not sorry for my feelings,
and maybe we'll work out someday.
I'm being emotional tonight, but maybe not in a bad way.
Good decisions are not, however, typically made at 3am. So I shall wait.
  Sep 2014 Jo Hummel
crea
come explore the universe with me-
i want to dance among the stars with you
Jo Hummel Sep 2014
This mare will not heed-
she was meant to succeed!
Power on, don't let your confidence waver,
tomorrow may bring something greater!
The rhyme was unintentional tbh

Needed a little self-booster for an interview tomorrow. I'm nervous but I really need to pull myself out of this depression and this has the potential to at least give me the rope.
Jo Hummel Sep 2014
Maybe together we could fool
ourselves into thinking we're happy.
Jo Hummel Sep 2014
This thumping in my veins is a constant reminder that I'm alive
and, I wonder,
When did that fact start making me sad?
I've stopped wondering when my smiles are and aren't genuine
because I know a broken soul isn't worth grinning about.

I thought I'd be happy, or even sad, about his slow departure from me,
but I still don't feel a thing,
and my impenetrable armor has never made me laugh so much.
It wasn't unexpected.

You're not even leaving
and we're still not daring to breathe,
because it's impossible to look one another in the eyes
when we're too busy staring at the cracked ground.

I've pushed everyone away and it's just a matter of time before the atmosphere breaks and gravity gives up and they're all gone for good.
Maybe one day this will be my farewell.
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