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18.2k · Dec 2014
Piano
Lauren Hitchcock Dec 2014
The piano sits abandoned
The keys collecting dust
And how I wish I knew
Just one sweet tune
9.2k · Dec 2014
Crave
Lauren Hitchcock Dec 2014
It is when the rain
Begins to pour
And night dawns
That I get this craving
To write poetry
3.4k · Oct 2014
Listen
Lauren Hitchcock Oct 2014
you stopped listening
and so I stopped
singing
1.5k · Dec 2014
Wishing
Lauren Hitchcock Dec 2014
It was your eyes I fell for first
Like a liquid forest fire
They were windows to your soul
And a portal to your heart
1.2k · Dec 2014
Envy
Lauren Hitchcock Dec 2014
but your eyes blaze in
the inferno of your soul
and stars envy them
563 · Oct 2013
Victim
Lauren Hitchcock Oct 2013
Standing there, unshed tears, sadness stroking my heart

Numb to the world, thoughts a strewn, confusion blight and bleary

Watching the woman, in the casket, shaking as we part

What could I do, to overcome this, when all I feel is weary

Dead and gone, a victim of the night, affronted to the day

All that's left of her is memories, as I turned and walked away
345 · Oct 2014
You Are Only Human
Lauren Hitchcock Oct 2014
Why are you crying?

I’m not.

You are.

Do you cry from sadness?

I’m not crying.

I see the tears, dripping from your cheeks.

I see the pain in your eyes.

Why are you lying?

I am not lying.

You are.

Do you lie out of spite?

I’m not lying.

I see how your nose crinkles,

You will not look me in the eye.

Why won’t you let me help?

I don’t need help.

You do.

You need someone to hold you when you cry.

I’m not crying.

You are.

I don’t want to listen to you anymore.

And yet you still listen,*

Because you know I’m right.

And you don’t want to turn away

The only one who cares.

I don’t need you.

Even that sounds fake

To your own ears.

What do you want from me?

I want you to let me hold you,

To share in your pain.

You don’t have to be afraid to show weakness.

It lets me know that

You are only human.

You’re right. I am crying.

I know.

*And that’s okay.

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