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 May 2015 Kyra Wilder
mk
when people ask you what your favorite color is it pains me to hear you say blue because you’d always told me there was no prettier color than the hazel-green of my eyes in the midday sunlight and what hurts more is that when you’re asked what kind of girl you see yourself falling in love with you don’t automatically respond by saying I am in love or I used to be in love but rather go on to describe exactly what I’m not and what I never was and it makes me question whether you were lying to me all along because I’m pretty sure I don’t have velvet hair or skinny arms I’m pretty sure I don’t have a lovely laugh or a freckled nose or any of the features you described as perfect I’m not quiet and I’m not funny I get sad a lot and I like long conversations about little things and I thought you did too but now you claim to hate everything I am and everything I love
how do you think I feel knowing that all your words were fake and all your conversations with me meaningless it hurts I swear to God it cuts me like a knife dipped in salt and vinegar and I don’t know how someone ever gets up after being pushed down so hard you make me feel like a fool who was played and who fell for the same dumb stories and the same dumb excuses over and over again but don’t you remember the way we laughed all night and the way we kissed in the middle of the street don’t you remember the way we swore we’d never let go when we sat on the top of the ferris wheel and the way I told you I’d follow you to the ends of the world don’t you remember the time we rolled down the highest hill and when we reached the bottom you picked the grass from my hair and put it above your lip like a mustache and I couldn’t stop laughing so you tickled me until I begged please stop please I’ll do anything
it’s hard to believe you’re the same person and it’s hard to believe that your sincerity was never there you’re such a good liar oh Lord you’re such a beautiful liar but please stop please I’ll do anything please stop declaring your love for fair girls with tumbling locks of fire kissed hair because i will never be that way and I never was that way and I don’t know if there’s a cure for heartbreak but even if there was I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t work on me anyway so please stop torturing me more than you need to I’m done I’m so done just let me go
// excuse my lack of punctuation, paragraphing and poetic sense //
Yes! I'm insecure
Coz I know what it is
to have loved and lost
When you give your everything
and you are left with nothing

Yes! I'm insecure
Coz I know what it is
When you give your best
and it isn't yet enough

Yes! I'm insecure
Coz I know what it is
When your all day conversations
turn to formal hi's and hellos

Yes! I'm insecure
Coz I know what it is
To see it slipping away
When everything perfect
turns astray

Yes! I'm insecure
not coz of lack of trust
But coz I know
it doesn't take time
for love to turn dust

Yes! I'm insecure
But you should be glad
Coz when I stop
It'll make you mad
And when you begin to get insecure
You'll know what it is
To love, to hold
And to know when to let go....
It isn't unusual for people to get insecure in relationships! Here's a reason why we girls can be proud of being insecure, not coz we don't trust guys, but coz we love you way too much to lose you! So everyone out there who's in a relationship, you should be glad that your partner is insecure about losing you!
 May 2015 Kyra Wilder
Riya
Autonomy
 May 2015 Kyra Wilder
Riya
When you feel like you're drowning,
Sinking into the deep,
Darling, don't you dare utter a scream.
Don't call out his name, her name, or any name at all.
Fight, darling.
Swim up, up, up.
Push yourself.
But don't you dare count on anyone else.

They won't come running,
They won't risk their safety for yours.
Oh, darling,
Don't be naive,
There is no white horse or a brave, manly knight.
It's all fairytales to help you sleep tight.

They don't exist sweetie,
None of them do.
They don't really cherish you.
They don't know the value of a diamond,
Not unless it was on display to the world.

Remain chaste my sweet,
You're not just a stop on the way, my dear.
You're a destination
They aren't worth even one single tear.
Someday, someone's going to break your heart
The way you did with mine
Then finally, finally
You'd know how it feels like to be broken,

The kind of broken that's going to have you
Physically force yourself out of bed every morning
Just so you can make it to school on time.

The kind of broken where you can't stand
Listening to the endless loops of
Love songs playing on the radio.

The kind of broken that leaves you
In a daze at random moments during the day
That people have to snap their fingers
In front of your face just to get your attention.

The kind of broken where you physically
Feel your heart hurt even though
It's the hypothalamus, which is in the brain
that gives the feeling of love.

Someday you're going to have a taste of your own medicine.
That's when you'll finally understand
The anguish and agony you've brought to me.
That's when you'll understand
How everybody gets their great heartbreak.
That's when you'll see,
I wasn't over reacting.
That's when you'll feel,
What it's like to have your heart broken
To the point that you think
You're incapable of falling in love again.
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 May 2015 Kyra Wilder
mk
you swear and you curse
you want to take it all back
spill blood and shed tears
you question the past
but all alone in your bed tonight
you can’t help but appreciate the fight
the pain, the hunger, the terror, the fear
it means that all of it was real
we cared too much and we scarred too fast
we fell too soon and it didn’t last
but late at night you look at the moon
thinking back to the time when it was me and you
remembering the music that never seemed to end
taking on the world as lovers and best friends
bitter tears, dark fears and a broken heart
honestly though, I still would **** to go back to the start
*****, it was worth it
//greenday- good riddance//
 May 2015 Kyra Wilder
Love
Not Alone
 May 2015 Kyra Wilder
Love
I'd like to think I'm alone in the world,
Because when I realise I'm not the only one who's hurting,
I feel horrified that there are so many,
There's no beauty in numbers,
When you read the reason it's for,
Don't you feel a little sick?
There's many of us dying,
worse yet, we're the ones with the **gun.
 May 2015 Kyra Wilder
Dead Lock
I remember
The first time
When I was ten
I learned about
Depression
Anxiety
Self harm
Anorexia
Suicide
I remember
Thinking
Why would
Anyone do this
To themselves
It's so
Dumb
And three years
Later
I am
In the shower
Contemplating
My
Life
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