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maybella snow Jul 2013
hold me as i cry                                  
let my tears soak into your silken skin                  
bear my weight as i collapse into your arms
let me feel your heartbeat                                                  
the gentle rhythm of your existence
hold me as i empty my fears                    
let your heart absorb my love                                    
but make sure to give some back    
be my backbone                                                
hold me safe            
i need you                      
x my love
maybella snow Jul 2013
my body has shut down
    i move and function
                    but my brain is nothing
         mush with no substance
   i can't hold together
                        the glue isn't strong enough
i'm not strong enough
         without you
                           you're the filling
   the once missing pieces
                      now you're gone
                              and i'm falling apart again
             please
i'll pick up your pieces
     if you put me together again
maybella snow Jul 2013
between friendship
                acquaintances
                love
                hate
                enemies
                ?
maybella snow Jul 2013
it's difficult not to feel so empty              
a glass of water less than half filled    
when you know                
there are so many girls/women                
boys/men                        
who are bleeding
because they're over it                
they don't care anymore        
they're spilling blood
on rooftops                            
in bathrooms                        
behind locked doors            
but yet                                                        
they all have reasons                          
you can't judge any one of them                          

this is one of the reasons
why i don't want to become
a mother                                
why would i hold                                      
a dependent baby inside me                    
when i'm dependent also                          
and the world will corrupt them anyway                      
like it has to me
where my mother, wouldn't know if i stained tiles

it's called bubble wrapping                    
overprotecting your children                  
so they grow up and can't handle the world    
but really                                                                          
maybe their parents are just too      
terrified                                  
of what happened to them,      
to let it happen to their dependent child                

the thought of becoming a mother                                              
is difficult to me                                              
i wouldn't want to ruin a new life                
i'd hate to know i didn't fix it                
even if i never knew, guilt at the world
corrupting a child
my child                
would be too      
much      
too bear.
maybella snow Jul 2013
gently placing two dainty daffodils
into a cracked vase                                              
holding it under a cold running tap          
and half filling it with water
the daffodils sway slightly                    
caught in the ripples and eddies                                              
made by the small space and flowing water            
their fragrance is thrown upon the place
as if wanting everyone to smell                          
their powdery yellow fragrance        
setting it onto the middle of the table                    
they live comfortably                              
until the water slowly seeps out the faint cracks
water staining mahogany wood
the flowers wilt long before they should have                
with life saving water spilt everywhere                      
they loose their brightness  
and forget their sweet smell    
to become lifeless nothings                          
settled into a waterless vase
title relating to something someone said to me once.
maybella snow Jul 2013
rustling leaves whisper love poems
               into the listening ears of lonely poets
                                            no one knows what has become of the
                      truth anymore
         its lost with the real lies of fake people
                                                hearts break more often than love is found
                                           young funerals are more common than real love
  heart-ship and hard-ship
            wrestle in common puddles throughout winter
                             lights flicker out as a parents yell at their teenager/s
             for simple things that they once knew how to do
a teenager fights back, forever scared of them and what might happen
                                             families tear apart like shredded documents of marriage certificates
                two young lovers fumble with clothing in the dark
                             trying to find some bliss in the world
where every happy memory is ripped from them
                                                     a child screams when they realize they've lost their mother
          in a once bright, now terrifying supermarket
                                  flowers blossom only to wilt again
i don't know what this is, it wasn't meant to be this sad, free writing completely, i had no plan for how this was meant to turn out.
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