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galaxy of myths Aug 2017
Blue hair, hoodie, veins.
Feels blue all the time, she named
herself after it.

-m.b
Haiku about a girl I know, who sometimes I wish I didn't
galaxy of myths Aug 2017
My mind is bleeding
with words. Every morning
I would puke. I'm over thinking
again. Only when I'm sleeping,
I could taste serenity. Dreaming
of things we could be. How interesting.
Then I'll wake up with my demons kicking,
I wish it'd stop obsessing.

-m.b
Do you get them too? When your mind won't shut up about possibilities, it makes you so scared that you'll throw up? Daily?
galaxy of myths Aug 2017
I'm that person that you would befriend
just to get close to my pretty friends,
sisters or cousins.
I'm that person who'll be there for you when
you're bored and you need to pass time.
I'm that person who you turn to rant
but once you feel better,
you disappear.

"Thank you for being
there for me.
You're a good friend,
" they'll
Say. Sometimes not at all.
They say I'm great to be friends with
and although I appreciate it,
sometimes it gets tiring.

I'm tired of being that person where I would
make an effort to look good
but no one would bat an eye
and think I'm pretty.
I'm tired of being that person who gets
to listen to someone I like very much,
talking about who they like.
I'm tired of being that person who listens
to people but no one listens to me when
I need someone to talk to.

Thank you for trusting me and
for appreciating me as a friend
But you're another reason why I'm wondering
what I did wrong as I stay in alone
on Saturday nights,
date-less.

-m.b
galaxy of myths Aug 2017
Hands are painted blue;
Just like how I've been feeling
ever since you left.

-m.b
A haiku I thought of. For the ones who got left behind by their loved ones
galaxy of myths Aug 2017
Is it wrong for me
to think of us as more than
friends? I'm so confused.

-m.b
Haiku on my current state of confusion
galaxy of myths Aug 2017
How funny. Strangers would make me feel insecure
for the things I don't have.
But people I know make me hate myself
for the things I already have.
And to me,
that's the saddest thing.

-m.b
galaxy of myths Aug 2017
Sad days are here again.
Sad days are here to play.
Sad days, you came back.
Back so soon?

It's the little things; they make me sad. I often brush them away. I'll sweep it into a tiny corner, at the back of my mind, until one day. Without me realizing it, becomes a tall mountain of sadness.

A small, painless kick sends the mountain into an explosion; crashing down like an avalanche. Leaving me a crying mess, hiding behind closed doors like a forgotten ragged doll; sad and feeling empty.

"I'm sorry I woke up late. I was too comfortable being under the blanket of crocheted sadness. I wanted to keep my eyes shut; devoid of the real world. I wanted to keep dreaming of things I couldn't have. I'm sorry I got up so late. Truth is, I didn't want to wake up. *Because getting up would bring me even more pain and misery
."

-m.b
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