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Liz Delgado Feb 2016
Just when you notice that no one else will dance in the palm of your hand,
that no one else will bundle up the stars and make a planetarium of your days,
that no one else will stand a thousand daggers piercing their chest,
that no one else will carry the weight of your tears as they carry theirs,
that no one else will miss a ride around the clock with their friends or family for you,
that no one will take time to spill their heart on a blank sheet of canvas for your birthday,
in that still moment,
you will regret not picking out a second to sing me good night... that was all I asked.
And even then,
even if I catch you trying to make me feel fire inside me and try to catch a pinch of my attention,
I promise you can never light up angering jealousy in my chest,
you will never obligate me to crave another girl's pair of eyes.
I was gold you had and never deserved,
you drilled me as if I were infinite- and I was,
but not for you,
just for me.
You thought I was an ocean,
that I would always depend on you,
mysterious moon,
but that's not how it is:
I am the wind running through your hair.
You used to be such a big thing for me,
but I realized I am bigger.
You used to be my significant other,
my other half,
but I realized I am significant on my own,
that I am not a fraction,
that I am a whole.
You used to be the light of my days,
but I am no longer afraid of the dark.
Liz Delgado Dec 2015
Today he lost me and nothing hurts more that seeing him hurt.
And that may be a stupid thought, considering I have probably cried more because of him in two years than he has in a life time.
It may just be my selfless self, because my heart looks like a battlefield after war.
Sixteen days into December I decided to be truly strong.
My friends would say I was strong for taking so much when I was actually too weak to end suffering.
Because my love for him was bigger than all the problems combined, but it was killing me inside.
And I'll probably never end this poem sweetly or lightly because you can only say it bluntly,
because it can't be sugar-coated,
because using other words is useless.
Today he lost me.
Next month was supposed to be our two year anniversary, but sometimes what we want isn't what's right.
Liz Delgado Nov 2015
Everyone would congratulate for how strong I was,
for how much I've decided to take in.
But I am not strong,
I am the weakest of all,
because while people are strong enough
to let go of things that do them wrong,
to not settle for less than they deserve,
for recognizing it so,
I am still here.
Holding on to you as if it did me any justice,
hoping that one day you'll change,
and at the same time,
hoping one day I'll be strong enough
to let go of you,
who does me wrong.
And this is all my fault.
Liz Delgado Oct 2015
I hate feeling upset after you joke about having lots of girls,
I detest having to be too self-conscious to have that bother me late at night.
I hate to see other girls look at you, wanting to be yours, and even though you shrug them off and spin your head at them,
I despise to think what if one day you'll follow their game, what if they captivate you?
What if you see something much more special and get bored of me?
What if someday, another set of eyes captivate you more than mine?
I hate it when you get mad at me for being this self-conscious, for doubting you,
I loathe that it's my fault because you don't do anything wrong to bring me lack of faith and get me paranoid,
I abhor having to bother you this way.
I hate hating myself.
Liz Delgado Sep 2015
I have to apologize for what I feel and then you have the audacity to wonder why sometimes I rather keep my feelings buried deep inside my chest, as if you had left me another choice
Liz Delgado Sep 2015
Colors all around me,
the grass tickling all my body,
the wind blows melodies.
Liz Delgado Sep 2015
I saw resentment clearly.
He was harsh and tense, filled with battle scars.
He turned and took hefty, angry steps in my brain.
I saw his balled fists, his toughly furrowed eyebrows,
and all hell broken lose, a war of rage inside his eyes.
I heard him breathe heavily,
and I felt so bitter.
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