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Débijonne Mar 2022
i knew you were in torpor.
for the winter air, just like before,
didn’t allow you to soar
nor spread your wings;
or create new beginnings.
but now we’re at an ending—
and i could just remember
how close you were
by the dying ember;
singing a tune or two,
of a melody just for you.
but the sad, cold nights are over,
maybe you have heard.
so now—rejoice and fly higher;
sing as you soar,
my little bird!
is it that obvious how much i love this season?
Débijonne Aug 2021
there'll come a day when we'd smile fondly at the hardships we're currently facing.

there'll come a day when we'd completely heal from whatever gave us pain.

there'll come a day when we don't have to feel like crying.

but 'til then, we just have to feel every single emotion and endure the pouring rain.

but 'til then, we just have to accept we're not okay.

because **** it, that coming day is not today.

why can't it be today?
to better days, whenever they may be.
Débijonne Mar 2019
You said,
you wanted to find
Maybe that was why
you left—
breaking my heart.
When you broke it,
you found
Débijonne Oct 2018
but when i said
‘living on the edge,’
this was never
what i meant.

what i meant was real party all night
without parents’ permission;
not a pity party at night
with my self-destructing notions.

what i meant was real rollercoasters,
or go on life adventures;
not roller coasters
of all my life’s emotions.

what i meant was swim in the ocean,
or face my darkest fear.
not an ocean of my
darkest fears face me.

but i when i said
put ‘happy’ and ‘die’ together,
i meant to actually ‘die happy’
not to be ‘happy dying.’
Débijonne Sep 2018
how is it
condemnable when we
only choose to
Post-Pride Week blues.
Débijonne Aug 2018
thoughts that this mind creates
At night where these thoughts
Just doesn’t seem to stop.    

vibe that this mind brings
At night where the melancholy
appears from out of nowhere.    

experiences that this mind relives
At night where secrets
Are out in the open.      

Deafening silence that this mind hears
At night where your own heartbeat
seems to be the only sound.    

thinking that this mind undergoes
At night where these memories
Are suddenly brought up.

body that this mind controls
At night where the eyes
should be closed.  

words that this mind forms
At night where drunken sentences
Are actually sober thoughts.  

state that this mind goes through
At night where darkness and
silence slowly kills your soul.
Shut up, thoughts. I am trying to sleep.
Débijonne Aug 2018
A single flower he gave me,
Sent my heart into a flutter.
Had my stomach drown in butterflies;
Made my knees go weaker.

A single flower he gave me
Instantaneously made me remember
The special times I shared with him
And our precious moments together.

A single flower he gave me
Was just like him as I rekindle.
The smoothness, the aesthetic,
The smell so sweet, the love’s symbol.

But that single flower he gave me
Also had thorns which pricked my finger.
I shed a tear like when he broke my heart;
A special flower no longer.
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