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liza Apr 2014
she liked to fast.

and sometimes she fasted for
days.
liza Apr 2014
don't **** the butterfly
before the ink dies, in its sleep
and before you wash it off.
it's gotta die naturally before
you go snip snip.

don't **** the butterfly
before you feel the thrill again
and before you feel happy.
it's gotta die naturally before
you go snip snip.

don't **** the butterfly
before you go out again
and before love finds you.
it's gotta die naturally before
you go snip snip.

you killed the butterfly
after nothing good happened
and after you hit rock bottom.
it was murdered after
you went snip snip.
this is about the butterfly project. i wrote this over a year ago so it's still rather terrible. this was before i completely developed my appreciation for poetry.
liza Apr 2014
there is a pit in my stomach
just like everyone else's
but mine has no bottom
and it just keeps going.

every so often a rock slips
and falls down the precipice
forever echoing off the walls.

sometimes i hear a splash when it hits
the water and then i feel it sinking,
dragging me down to infinite anti-heights
and i can't swim.

and you could say that there are
butterflies within my stomach,
and i would tell you that you were wrong,
the butterflies fell and drowned years ago.
liza Apr 2014
it hurts because it matters
it hurts because you know that it wasn't a mistake
it hurts because you understand that it's kind of your fault anyways
it hurts because they mattered
liza Apr 2014
i couldn't loathe you
more than i could love you.
liza Apr 2014
and legend has it that
someone out there is looking up
at the moon and thinking of
another person looking up at the moon

and maybe

just maybe

they were hoping to see you out there tonight
liza Apr 2014
if someone tells me that jealousy does not exist
on this earth
i will tell them to look deep
inside my heart
and see the jealousy that courses through my veins

i yearn for someone to talk to
     even if it's just a random person anonymously on a random site
and i yearn for a cutesy little skype conversation
     with a complete stranger
and i yearn for people to ask me to go places
     instead of me asking them

and i yearn for them to remember me,
and i yearn for them to remember my name
and that it's leeza, not lyza
and that i have feelings, too
and i hate this back brace

and that i just want to laugh with them
and i don't want them to laugh at me
and i just worry so much

and i am jealous because they are concerned with
grades and boys, grades and girls
and i just try to fit in
because i am jealous.
welp this is personal
basically i have really bad scoliosis and my surgery date is confirmed
wow am i fine or panicked? at the moment i'm fine, but i know that every single day that goes by is just one day closer to my meltdown.
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