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This body of mine can't take it
For very much longer
My bones ache
Muscles are sore and worn
Bags under my eyes
I look tired
Well, I am
My heart grows weaker
Beating sporadically
Lost feeling in my hand now
Gripping dreams too tightly
Time to open my hand
Stretch the muscles
Relax and let go
Let my weary soul be free
You
Why did you do it
Kiss me and tell me you like me
Spend so much time with me
Make me like you so much
Just to turn around
And I don't know
I saw her
The girl you called babe
I would have waited
As long as you needed
Been here as your friend
Regardless of what happened
But I feel betrayed
You said you liked me
But called her babe
WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT
She's sitting out in the courtyard
Holding a cigarette between her slim fingers
Chipped red nail polish
Shaking hands
Reading the worn out pages
Of her dog eared book
Concentrating on each page
Like her life depends on it
And it does
She clings to the words trying
Not to hold on to her broken heart
Tucking her hair behind her ear
She turns to the next page
Shaking, taking another draw
Such pain in the way she sits
Curled in upon herself
Blocking out the world
No one approaches her
She sits alone
The colors are blending
Mending the past
Finding at last
Contentment

Days spent like money
How funny
To grow and to miss
Now turn **** to bliss
This
Present, youve shown me
Wave good bye to before
Behind cement walls
Are wide open doors

And scores
Of sirens will call
Come back to the past
Just plug up your ears
Turn life to full blast
I am fearless,
until I look into your eyes.
Then I find myself melting back into you,
soft, sad, and sleepy.
How am I supposed to feel,
when the woman who has been strong for me my entire life,
has tears flowing down her cheeks?
How am I supposed to feel,
when my friends who live easy going lives,
tell me they know what I'm going through?
How am I supposed to feel,
when my mind is in denial,
even though the proof is in her slur?
How am I supposed to feel,
when I cannot allow myself to cry,
because I have to act the role of parent?
Tell me, how am I supposed to feel,
when my father tells me not to tell,
as if keeping it a secret will keep me sane?
How am I supposed to keep myself together,
when the world continues to fall apart,
and repair itself,
over and over and over again.
How am I supposed to feel when the one i love the most cannot love themselves?
Let me tell you,
I
  am
       falling
                  apart.
And this time, I don't want to get back up.
Addiction is a disease that destroys everyone & everything it touches.
All you do is look at me
And the wounds are bleeding
Healed for months
Only to break open
I'm on the floor
Crying out to the ceiling
But it doesn't reply
I choke out why
You look down and
Reach out as if to come to my aid
Pain shoots through me
Agony draws out a scream
This is out of control
I shrink away before you can cut new holes
We're slipping on the blood coated floor
Please don't come any closer
My hands become knives
My grip on my own skin is more than I can bare
My expression pushes you off the ledge
And you wind up beside me

Somehow
Before I blackout
I feel our hands finally touch
And I smile
For a person.
- - -
Idk, leave me alone :P
I remember being on the softball team at my high school.  There was this cute girl that was on the team and I didn't really know her because I pretty much had just transferred to that school.  There was always drama going around and I used my old Hello Poetry account as a vent system. I had my account link posted on my other social media but didn't think anyone would actually go to it, but that one girl did!! So one day we were having a short conversation and she said "Oh, I read your poetry. You're really good" ...and I'm like "what!?" Lol, I felt kind of embarrassed but she ended up making an account. I read her poems faithfully and analyzed every line, thinking of why she would say certain things or use certain words.  She and I became really close, but closer on Hello Poetry. We basically communicated through poetry. We became a couple, and expressed ourselves to each other in our poetry, argued in our poetry, and told our stories of how we fought to be together in our poetry.  So yea, I knew her in person, but I met her on Hello Poetry. And now Kaylee L isn't just my HP friend, but she's also the love of my life.
Andy
(Rest in peace)

True Courage

Thomas Rex

Purvi Gadia

Konr

Víctor Manuel Serna

Liz And Lilacs

WM

Ember Evanescent

anxiety

Closed Story

Andrew Quikkes

Amber K

Steel

Peter Robert Hamilton

Karl Franssen aka Bryson Flegg

Creep that Loves You

Kiyuki
I miss you...

And of course
Gavin
You've all touched me in some profound way, either through your work or through our conversations, and I will never be able to thank you enough. (And I'm sorry to any of you I may have left out, hopefully that helps to exemplify the number of you I've grown fond of -- there are too many to list!)
- - -
For Eliot York's #hpfriend tag
Let me quote you, so there is no confusion:
"**** me, **** me,"
"leave your mess for someone else to deal with."
You made the mess though and you added the anger.
You did, both of those things completely belong to you.
You don't know it, but I'm in the next room writing this, trying not to cry.
You shout, smash, and swear. I just write.
I wonder why you think it is we don't talk...
Our lack of common interest, my short temper, your short temper, my fear of you, my shame of not being good enough...
Found in drafts, from April 14, 2015.
I remember writing this...
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