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Mik Josefchuk Jul 2014
I'll admit
I miss how things used to be.
Hugs after runs
Holding hands following slow dances
Running to meet each other when we haven't been together in more than a few days
It was all my sense of security
Because nothing else could touch me
Because when you whispered
"I'll protect you"
Into my hair
It was a promise
A promise that everyone else broke
Everyone
But you.
I won't lie
I miss calling you Ian
Laughing at lame jokes
Listening to John Mayer on buses headed to paradise
Chasing each other through the woods
Sleeping in your sweatshirts
Only worrying if my hair really looked okay
Because it always did to you
No matter what.
I'll admit
I miss how things used to be.
But I only miss what happened
I don't miss you.
I never have
I never will
And I'm sorry.
For that
And that we couldn't be who we always believed we were.
Someone just told me my work wasn't worthy of being called poetry. Okay.
Mik Josefchuk Jul 2014
Did you find it sad
That we went from
Watching horror movies at 7am
Leaning against each other
And hiding smiles
To never smiles
Unless it was sarcasm
That was shot down by the other
Then mocked by their friends.
For a second there you had me
I almost trusted you
I almost told you why I found this moment special
Because I went from tearing my hair out
To laughing more often
But just as I was about to let you in
I got shut out.
Everything subsided
I started blasting music alone
While you criticized every move I made
Behind my back.
But don't act like I never knew that
Because I did
Word travels fast between mutual friendships.
I got used to being alone again
But the only thing that still hurts me
Is that I didn't say goodbye that evening
Because I thought we'd see each other this way again
You didn't say goodbye that evening
Because you knew it was going to be over.
Oh, how I wish I had the courage
To walk up to you
Look you in the eye
And say
"Goodbye"
And when you ask why I bothered
I'd respond
"I never had a reason to before.
So goodbye
My old painkiller
You kept me up way too many nights
Wondering
What I did
That was so wrong."
"When you go,
Would you even turn to say,
I Don't Love You
Like I did,
Yesterday."
Jul 2014 · 591
Age
Mik Josefchuk Jul 2014
Age
I consider my age
To be so much older
Than my 13th year
My Sweet 16
The date of my birth
Means nothing to me
I don't consider my life
To be counted by the days I lived
I see it in the people I've met
And the horrors I've seen
I'm a thousand years old
But nobody sees
That I count my years
In apologies
I'll be so much older
Than my Sweet 16
The date of my birth
Means nothing to me
I just kinda wrote this in 10 minutes cuz bored. Does it make sense? I dunno. Kinda. #thatrhymetho
Jun 2014 · 1.2k
The Definition of Very
Mik Josefchuk Jun 2014
I've often dreamed
Of how you taste
If you kiss sweetly
Or hungrily
Maybe both but
Either way it's perfect
Like the taste of peppermint and oranges

I try to remember
Your embrace
Is it still protective?
Holding onto me like a lifeline
Because I was all that mattered
Will I still feel safe?
Of course I will
You promised

The way he talks
Still makes me bow my head
And bite my lip
Because I know he's got me
He's got me bad
With promises of completion
He's keeping me up all night
Thinking about that word
Very

His eyes are like sapphires
Hit by the sun they shine
The only color in my world
Of black and white
Emotional
Surprising
Startlingly beautiful
And absolutely right

I hope he still loves
The way he used to
Risky
But comforting
Keeping me sane
Always and forever
The way it should be
Jun 2014 · 4.0k
Thunderstorms
Mik Josefchuk Jun 2014
If something could be said,
About light and sound
In relation to you,
There'd be a lot to say.
There thought in your eyes flare
Quickly,
Then follows the sound of your voice,
Unmistakable,
Spreading jokes and ideas
That everyone wants to hear.
But I'm the only one,
Who sees the lightning before the thunder.
The quick changes of emotion,
Flashing ever so slightly,
Before you speak and draw the attention away,
So no one sees the switch from hurt,
To anger,
To pain,
To joy,
Before cracking a joke.
Where others sees shelter,
I step into the rain.
Now because of you,
My dear,
I completely understand
Why storms are named after people.
Jun 2014 · 4.5k
Her Guitar
Mik Josefchuk Jun 2014
Today was a good day
The chords she strummed were pleasant
Melodic
C, G, F
She plucked my strings gently
Her voice was light
She doesn't miss him
As much as she did
Yesterday

Today
Not so good
She played the song again
And again
"I feel something so wrong
Doing the right thing"
She ripped at my strings
Till her fingers bled
And tears streamed down her face
Her voice was quiet
Choked
She missed him
Very much

Today was okay
She played the song
"Everything that kills me
Makes me feel alive"
But just once this time
It was flawless
But she forced a smile as she sang
Like the song meant nothing
It didn't hurt
Her fingertips were healed
There was applause
She whispered
"Thank you"

Today was a good day again
The chords weren't as flawless
As yesterday
She made mistakes
But her voice was strong
"I feel that love
And I feel it burn"
She missed him
More than ever
But he's the reason I stayed
Why I wasn't put away
He mattered because
He's her muse
Her life
The harmony to her melody
And hopefully
He'll know soon
My best friend jokingly told me to write a poem about someone having problems told from their guitar' s POV so I did.
Jun 2014 · 663
Lyrics
Mik Josefchuk Jun 2014
Someone once told me
"The lyrics you write don't match you"
Because they were dark
Hesitant
Fearful but
Honest
I laughed
And said
"Well you don't know me"
I threw back my head
Still laughing
"You never will"
I'm actually a musician, I've written dozens of songs. I shared a deeper song with a good friend of mine once, and then after that, I wrote this. So it's short.
Jun 2014 · 682
A Lamb To Slaughter
Mik Josefchuk Jun 2014
Can you blame me?
For being terrified?
I walked into this life
Like a lamb to slaughter
Wide-eyed
Innocent
Not knowing the people I trusted
Would put a gun to my head
Look away
And pull the trigger
Then carry my body away
To be ripped apart
And distributed
All the way muttering,
"She's just like the others
Stupid and
Unaware
Of how harsh
Life can really be"
The title to this is terrible. Okay yeah I need to find a better one
Jun 2014 · 21.4k
Lion
Mik Josefchuk Jun 2014
HE'S LIKE A LION
FIERCE, UNPREDICTABLE
ARROGANT, PROTECTIVE
OBSERVED AND STARED AT
BECAUSE HE'S MAJESTIC; BEAUTIFUL
BUT CAGED
HIS STRONG SPIRIT AND SELFLESS WILL IS RUINED
HE'S DIFFERENT NOW
SHORT-TEMPERED, UNSURE
THE KING OF THE JUNGLE IS GONE
REPLACED BY A ZOO'S "BEAST"
AN ATTRACTION

HE'S LIKE A LION
WITH WILD BLUE EYES AND A SUNKISSED MANE
BEAUTIFUL CURLS AND AN INTELLIGENT FACE
HIS EYES HELD A MILLION STORIES
TO BE TOLD IN THE DARKNESS
WHILE HE WATCHES OVER HIS LIONESS
ONLY HIMSELF, GOD, HIS BELOVED, AND THE STARS
FINALLY FEELING AT HOME, IN CHARGE

HE'S LIKE A LION
MAGNIFICENT, STRANGE
I'M GOING TO RELEASE HIM
BACK TO THE WILD
BEFORE HE DESTROYS HIMSELF
A BEAUTIFUL LION
TRAPPED
IN A CAGE
So in the Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare, Clary always compares Jace to a lion. I made a connection to that with my "Jace", and here we go.
Jun 2014 · 464
Xavier
Mik Josefchuk Jun 2014
He has the type of eyes that made diamonds look dull,
Sharper than glass,
Lit by his beautiful lively flame.
Days are different now.
His eyes are no longer alive, but still as blue as the brightest sapphires,
The same color as mine,
But mine hold more gray, more sadness,
His not as often clouded by nostalgia and tears.

His wit is quick, making me grin in my saddest moments,
Admittedly, as sad as they could be with him there.
He was my rock, my guidance, my sentiment, my sanity,
He still is.
As much as he'd hope to disagree.

Discarded is an understatement.
If I had known, I wouldn't have been so angry.
Perhaps, at you.
At myself, the anguish doubled.
Stupid is an understatement.
I should have known,
And I apologize with every ounce in me.
I'd give up all I have to make you see.

His spirit is one of the strongest I've ever seen.
He was willing to take on the world with one hand tied behind his back.
Yet courage could only take a fearful young man so far,
There's so much to see,
But fear is a barrier,
A wall that had contained us both,
For months that felt like years.
We're tearing it down,
Brick by brick,
Progressing to the flawless lovers we once were.

Neither of us were lucky enough to possess the virtue of patience.
The pain tugging at our hearts pulls us together,
But like the opposite sides of a magnet,
We push each other away,
Obeying the laws of physics and common sense.

But no one said we had any sense.

His smile is better than any sunrise,
Better than long walks on beaches,
Or strolls in the Chicago streets.
Not a lick of arrogance,
Just honesty and grace.
When he was actually happy,
He radiated more than the sun.

He is the boy I fell in love with all those long months ago.
And I am still the girl he once knew.
But we are broken now,
With only each other to put ourselves back together.
But I do believe,
We have a chance,
To be who we were,
Take two broken hearts and become one again.

Sometimes, "I love you" just isn't enough.
Keep in mind his name isn't really Xavier.
Jun 2014 · 12.1k
Galaxy
Mik Josefchuk Jun 2014
If our love was like a galaxy,
We would be the stars.
You would be the brightest ones,
Lighting up the dark.

Our love is like the most complicated of puzzles;
Confusing,
Endless,
But seemingly possible,
Nothing could take apart you and I.

Our love is like an anchor,
Weighing each other down,
"She hates him, he loves her,"
There's not much of her now.

If our love was an ocean,
You'd be the crescent waves.
I would be the beautiful creatures,
You control my every day.

If our love was a galaxy,
We would be the stars.
You will always be the brightest ones,
Lighting up my dark.
I wrote this about the person I've had feelings for since the day I've met him.
Jun 2014 · 534
Letters to the Beloveds
Mik Josefchuk Jun 2014
Don't you know the feeling?
Hating what makes you feel alive?
Don't you love the adrenaline?
It should have killed you, but you survived.
How many years have gone by since that day?
Has the thought ever crossed your mind?
Through all of my taunting and singing and loving and needing,
I've always wanted to die.

I make exchanges with the devils,
So God will forget my sins,
The list will keep on growing,
But I refuse to let Satan win.
I still have hope in this life,
But all the same I'm numb,
You don't deserve to see this,
The monster I've become.

I'm not afraid of dying,
Just of losing you,
A life without you is meaningless,
There's nothing I can do,
So I will hold your hand tightly,
Guide you into the light,
Because even in the darkness,
Your soul is burning bright.
Three notes to three very important people in my life.
The first: A wake up call.
The second: An apology.
The third: A recognition.
Jun 2014 · 665
Fire
Mik Josefchuk Jun 2014
Fire is a useful tool,
But fire is a curse,
It eliminated the worthless things,
But makes the bleeding worse.

Fire kisses everything,
From wooden logs to fingertips,
I prefer to hold onto fire,
It provides a sharper bliss.

My heartaches will still continue,
I've given them all I've got,
But no amount of fire,
Will make this worthless bleeding stop.
This one's extremely short, but hey, so is the life of a flame.
Jun 2014 · 2.0k
Animals
Mik Josefchuk Jun 2014
I'm used to the roar of anger
All the screaming in pain
The animals inside my head
Are driving me insane
I've tried to hard to cage them
To keep the devils tame
But the animals inside my head
Are driving me insane

I'm always being hunted
By demons and relentless beasts
Every day I'm being hunted
While I search for my release
My music isn't loud enough
I need a sharper blade
The animals inside my head
Are driving me insane

Every day is repeating
And no one seems to care
I know you hear my pleading
I stopped asking "is anyone there?"
I'm used to hearing "worthless"
I answer like it's my name
The animals inside my head
Are driving me insane

They're taking me over
And I love the bliss
This gaze staring back at you isn't mine
I'm not going to be missed
I'm giving in to my monsters
They play a better game
But the animals inside my head
Are driving me insane

Now I'm the one who roars in anger
I've ceased to scream in pain
The animals inside my head
Have driven me insane
I've tried to hard to cage them
To keep the devils tame
But the animals inside my head
Have finally driven me insane.
Everyone always asks you, "What's going on in your mind?", so I've answered it. Everything in here has a specific meaning, even the rhyming symbolizes something. We all have demons, just some are a little louder.

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