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Mariah Sep 2013
Have you ever looked back on your life,
And thought
'I'm really proud of this,"
Or maybe
"I wish I wouldn't have done that..."
Because that's what I feel
Every second.

With every sideways glance,
I think I did something stupid,
Or something to mock,
Or something to put down.
I wish I could feel like a
Plastic bag,
Then maybe,
I just might feel
As if this life I lived
Was worth more than
The scars that lace my legs.
Mariah Sep 2013
When I was young,
I loved going out shopping.
It made me feel like the world
Was taking me in as one of their own.
And for some odd reason,
It made me really happy.
It was almost as if
I was on the Island of Misfit Toys,
And as soon as I disappeared
Into this sea of mindless strangers,
I finally felt accepted.
Mariah Sep 2013
How do you fall in love in the first place?
How do you ignore their smile?
How do you stop feelings from flooding in,
If only for a while?

How do you miss them like your mother?
How do you kiss them like your first?
How do you hate them like a brother,
But love them at their worst?

How do you hold their hand?
How do you stop your palms from slipping?
How do you look cool and collected,
When inside your heart is tripping?

How do you say you want to be with them?
How do you make it feel normal?
How do you say "I REALLY LIKE YOU,"
Without it feeling informal?

How do you kiss them for the first time?
How do you make it feel right?
How do you make it feel special,
Even if it is a peck goodnight?

How do you play them a love song
And say "It reminds me of you,"
When what you want to say is
"I wish for once you could take a clue..."?

How do you look at them the same?
How do you watch them smile so small,
After you glance their way,
And not automatically fall?

How do you say "I love you,"
And truly hear it's words?
How do you not get butterflies,
When I feel massive birds?

How do you not love their eyes?
How do you not love their laugh?
How do you not miss them,
When they turn their back?

How do you not want to give them the world?
How do you not stop just to stare?
How do you say "I love you,"
When he's just combing his hair?

How do you fall so hard,
And he's just lightly floating?
How do you stop yourself
From constantly doting?

How do you tell your parents you're in love?
How do you tell them it's true?
How do you make it seem as real to them,
As it is to you?


How do you tell yourself to stop?
How do you tell yourself "I'm too young,"?
How do you realize this can't be real?
How do you stop your heart from being hung?

How do you tell someone you don't love them?
How do you say it through a text?
How do you break their heart,
Then say it's for the best?

How do you look at them the next day?
How do you stop your glance?
How do you stop yourself from crying,
And begging for another chance?

How do you delete their number,
Let alone their text's?
How do you try to forget what happened,
And try to look forward to what's next?

How do you keep holding on,
Even after they let go?
How do you still grip so tight,
After their parting blow?

How do you move on?
How do you just say no?
How do you find another,
Who has the same beautiful glow?

How do you look back and realize how much it changed you?
How do you look at them without love?
How do you remember everything,
And realize he was nothing you dreamed of?

How did I fall in love,
When in the long run,
He was just a boy,
And not the one?
I'm happily in a relationship guys don't worry i just had to write a 500 word anything for a class and I wanted to share.
Mariah Jul 2013
If I could tell you anything,
I would tell you
I love you more than
Anything in the world
And
I will forever
*Be your girl.
Mariah Jul 2013
im crying and i need someone

*please help me
Mariah Jun 2013
Stop* telling me my music isn't worth it anymore.
I am in a top honor band and working towards more.
You* never encourage me for anything.
Music was there when you weren't.

When will you realize?

*Music is my future.
Mariah Jun 2013
You love him.
The outcast.
He's different.
But so are you.

*Is it love?
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