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I seem to keep falling apart
Constantly
With each step I take
I lose another piece of me
The first to go my warmth
Doesn’t matter how many layer of clothes
I still feel cold
And I can’t get it back
Not that I try
And I want someone to hurt me
Break my heart
You can’t
I’ve lost my emotions
Woke up
And they were gone
There’s no sadness to fuel any tears
No anger to heat the hate I once held
There’s no love to touch my heart
Because I’ve lost my heart as well
I’m as empty as a crab shell
And if I had any confidence
Maybe I would try and retrieve what I’ve lost
If I turn around
Pieces of me
Laying on the ground
But the worthlessness still clinging
Convinced me there’s no point
So I’ll just keep on walking
Until every bit of me is gone
I don’t understand why we let life beat us so down to the point we’re willing to just throw any and everything away just because we don’t know how to handle it.. doesn’t matter if what we we’re losing makes us happy or special doesn’t matter if it’s love or joy.. doesn’t matter if it’s friendship we let it go because when we’re suffering we let it take ahold..
 Jul 2018 georgia sophie
Kaity
this isn’t going to make sense
cause it’s not supposed to
and if I’m being honest
this isn’t for you
it’s not even for me

I’m stuck
I’m trapped
I’m lost
I’m every other word that describes people who feel at a dead end

I’m typing on a ****** phone
That’s connected to a ****** connection
That could possibly be a metaphor for my life

I’m writing
Because I don’t know what else to do

I’m writing
Cause that’s what they told me to do

But they also told me that what I think isn’t always true
That I’m special and I just don’t see it

But that’s the thing
I don’t see it

And if I don’t see it then why should it matter if anyone else does

And if I’m thinking something why should it matter if it’s true

What matters is that it’s in my head
What matters is that it’s always there

But here I am
Stuck in the same place
Back to square one
No progress made
The same questions, whether true or not

Will I amount to anything?
Do I really help?
Am I really worthwhile?
Do you actually care?

I see these people
When I’m online
They smile and post
They edit and pose

I can’t help but wonder

Do you really smile, or do you just do it to look happy like me?
Do you really feel happy, or are you trying to lie like me?
Do you understand what I feel?

Or is it just me?

I’m not trying to be selfish
I don’t want a lot
I just want to be happy
And I want others to be happy with me
But neither is happening

So instead there’s a poem
That doesn’t even ryhme
That makes no sense
  I’ll try harder
those inner sanctum eyes
enfold in singularity this heart
in star crushing gravity, consumed
in love's long embrace

-cec
 Jul 2018 georgia sophie
haley
my heart flutters at
the way she speaks my name.
"lover", she hums,
and i watch speechless as woebegone
drips from her lips. she
tastes like moonlight
when she kisses me. fragile.
unknown. known.
when our bodies meet
i can't imagine living life any
differently than this;
magnetism draws me closer and
i am intoxicated and sobered and
and i let my fingers
trace symphonies over her skin
love songs and love letters
and the lust of
knowing that this is belonging.
we fold into each other
and it is inevitable. i want to
learn her, learn
every part of her, as if
it's what my soul was sent to do;
her heartbeat weaves a
gossamer of beauty and
she leaves it in the crease of my
neck. "lover".
lightworker. twinflame.
architect of this home, these
two arms that sing safety
into rose quartz bones.
this is harmony.
i release a held breath and
whisper back, "always".
this is my promise.
wrote this sweet one about someone i loved.
 Jul 2018 georgia sophie
Shay
As I sit down in the garden, rivers of tears drown my face
but the sun's rays beam down onto my back radiating warmth at a fast pace.
And I place my bare feet onto the breezy grass where, for once, I feel grounded and at peace,
and instead of suffocating, I can breathe again - a newfound release.
 Jun 2018 georgia sophie
medha
sometimes
love can be
incredibly fulfilling
and intensely emptying
at the same time.
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