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Poems are quite hard to understand,
for someone who doesn't know
what the poet was thinking
and how he/she was feeling when writing it.
sometimes when i'm asleep i hear whispers.

ghosts of all the men i let decimate my sanctuary

thinking they came to worship.

the men who came with flowers,

fragrances and exquisite offerings

who left with my sobriety.

many pieces of me are

somewhere in the world

being given as bounty to other women

expecting to be loved as i did.
With love*
It is pain and grief
Non stop second guessing
Cheating
Lying
Bunch of stupid fairytale stories

With love
It is learning
To keep yourself safe
Yet still flying free
Knowing one day
You will feel again

With love
Is butterflies in your stomach
Heart racing
Upon seeing him
Insanely blushing
Making a little wish

With love
Is holding your hand
Finally
Kissing you
Passionately
Smiling in your simple gaze
Never leaving

With you
Is never ending sleepovers
Cuddling and snuggling
Completed nights under hugs
This never has to stop*

*With us
In love
Just you
And I
No more lies
No more goodbyes
No more misses
Only
Endless kisses
Your loss.
Goodbye. I won't be missing you.
Today I woke up early and I thought it was important! I thought today would be a day for me to do things that were worth it. I woke up early and I tried hard. I walked around and I asked people questions. I tried to ask questions that were important. I looked at people into their eyes and I tried to actually be present. I ate food and I saw things. It's hard for me to wake up sometimes, actually all the times. I never really want to wake up. I try hard and I work hard but I always forget to ask people questions. I'm not always present. When people are around me and my eyes are open I don't look into their eyes. I don't often think about food and I think eating is inconvenient. I guess I thought today I'd pretend all those things were important. So I woke up early today, I woke up early can you believe it? I woke up early because today waking up was important! I walked around and I asked people questions! I looked at them in their eyes and only saw my reflection. I wished I hadn't woken up early when they walked right past me and didn't answer my questions. I tried eating and pretending that it was convenient, that eating was important. The food tasted like the lie I knew it was; with each bite I felt like I was more a fraud, an actor, an imposter. As if I was someone who could believe I was important. As if I was someone who woke up early and looked at people in the eyes and asked them questions. As if I was someone who felt like a time for food was convenient. Maybe I'm a liar, maybe I'm something more. Maybe people didn't see the truth in my eyes when I met them at their core. Maybe I didn't need to wake up early to have time to focus my gaze. Maybe I don't need to ask people questions to make them see that I'm awake. Maybe none of these things are needed to validate that I'm important. Maybe I'm the one that needs to realize I'm worth it.
I write poems
that are dedicated
to people
who will never read it.
..or appreciate it.
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