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  Jun 2018 julianna
Carina
Sometimes you have no reason to stay,
and realize that's a perfect argument to go.
And that taking an entirely new way,
is the sore but single method to grow.

If you're washed-on abeyance's bight,
and you feel decision's heavy heft:
To choose the left where nothing's right,
or go to the right where nothing's left.

Remember it matters not where you proceed,
or which mountain you want to ascend.
It does not matter whether you succeed,
it is the journey that matters in the end.
julianna Jun 2018
I insult you.
But when others agree,
I insult them, too.
I guess that means
that I Love You.
They're imperfect, they tear me apart, but they still manage to melt my heart. That's when I realize it's going to be okay, somewhere, somehow...
julianna Jun 2018
Never
Never
Never
Things I'll never do and never say
Things I want to do, but will never say
Things I've never done, but will never say
It's a finite of nevers,
But they feel infinite to me.
julianna Jun 2018
I scan between the good words and the bad
I do the same with people,
My eyes frantic and my mind confused
I'm getting dizzy and losing my balance.
I'm losing all hope with it, too.
Why is it so complicated?
There is no consistency,
No rhyme or reason.
Just exist or not exist and whatever lies between.
julianna Jun 2018
He's embarrassed,
I'm just too much to bear.
The way I have my body
And the way I cut my hair.
He's embarrassed,
There's a problem in my walk
Even problems in my posture
And the way I like to talk.
I was never really bothered,
I didn't really care...
Until he was embarrassed of
Me, his daughter.
He's embarrassed I go to therapy.
Me, his daughter.
He's embarrassed I have anxiety.
Me.

I guess I'm just too embarrassing...
julianna Jun 2018
Sometimes wearing a choker is
A sign of weakness, a cry for attention.
But mostly, it's a token of strength.
I've walked through hell and back,
so know it.
julianna Jun 2018
Anger.
Red Hot.
Usually a little is fine on the side,
But mine came with a lot.
By mine, I mean my heart.
At first,
the flames were useful.
Little sparks,
Reminding me to be careful...
To beware the burns
Of passerbys
Or permanent residents.
Painful, but with purpose.
The beauty in the fire was lost with time,
Though.
They flames grew
They morphed
They changed
Into a reckless blaze of heat.
Enough to keep you warm at a distance,
But strong enough to crackle unsuspecting flesh.
So beware
Of the uncontrolled fire in my heart.

Beware The Burned.
They burn, too.
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