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I blinked my tired eyes open...
One morning...
In September...
I felt instantly different...
Something that had been there with Me...
For so long...
Was gone...
Just like that...
That one morning in September...

I'll never forget that day...
The day I stopped loving you....

It was the first morning in years,
That my mind didn't immediately go to you...
It was the first morning...
I didn't feel that same dull ache deep... Within my heart...
It was the first morning l didn't cry...
Not even a single tear...
And it was on this morning that
I realized..
I finally let you go...


I suddenly just knew....
That I would never spend another night...
Comparing myself to the girl you left me for...
Over analyzing...
Sleep deprived..
Maybe even a little
Crazed...

Never again...
Would..
I..
Spend another day...
Looking...
Searching...
For something that didn't exsist...
No more hoping..
To find even a shred of evidence that you loved me...
Even if it was in the most tiniest of measures...

You know nothing of Heartbreak...
And how it brought me to my knees...
Worst fears realized...
I was nothing but a ghost...
Stuck in limbo...


I  hated you for a long *** time...

I remember...
Going back and forth...
Between my heart and mind...
Arguing over you having an ugly heart...
And no soul...

No soul,
Behind those beautiful blue eyes...
I didn't want to believe that...
About you...
Let alone let that be my last memory of you..

But what are you to do when someone leaves you in ruin?
What do you tell yourself?
What would you have me believe?
You left..
Nothing behind but grief...

I knew you didn't give a ****...
I know you still don't...
I know you feel some kind of validation in everything you've done...
And thats where we're...
Too entirely different people...
I could never do that to someone
I loved..

So..
You gave me no choice...
I let go when..
You forced..
Me..
To doubt everything we shared..
To question your feelings for me..
Cant you see?


To question...
The one person you once loved more than life itself....
It does something to you..
It's nothing shy of a hell...
I'd never wish on anyone...


It was the hardest battle...
I'd ever faced...
But I overcame it...

On that sweet September Morning...
I came alive again...
Because I let go...
Because...
I let you go...

Ive accepted you may have never loved me...
But I can't say the same..
So..
Before you even realize it..
I'll be gone...
And I want you to know that despite everything...
And no matter what you go through..
In life..
Without me...
If you ever one day in the far future.. find yourself..
Thinking about me..
On a cool summers day...
When the crickets begin to sing...
Know that you were loved indefinitely...
In the best way any person could ever be loved...
Even if that person...
Was simply
Just me...
Felt compelled to say goodbye...lol
Small hurtful words diminished my personality,
Slowly creating my own false reality,

Ignorant and always abused,
To full knowledge and being personally accused,

To myself I'm so unloving and distantly cruel,
My image of myself has been warped from others at school,

I am made from the wishes of others so they are pleased,
And now I can see how much I am diseased,

I want to be me,
To whoever that is one day I'll learn to be free,
 Aug 2017 Frankie Castro
Born
Does it hurt?
What?
Dying

Does it hurt
What?
Writing

Does it hurt
What?
Memories

Does it hurt
What?
Running

Does it hurt
What?
Lying

Does it hurt
What?
Numbing

Does it hurt
What?
Crying

Does it hurt
What?
Silence

Did it hurt
What?
Loving
 Jul 2017 Frankie Castro
Born
?
 Jul 2017 Frankie Castro
Born
?
Are you a gangster or
a thief seeking attention

Are you an artist or
a  voyager painting words

Are you a poet or
a plagiarist seeking love

Are you a Saint or
a sinner searching for salvation

Are you my heart or
a tattooed scar stuck on my chest

Are you a fisherman or
a sailor giving life a second chance

Are you the moon or
a lonely sun ravaging through your days

Are you moving forward or
dragging through tormenting memories
 Jul 2017 Frankie Castro
kierra
I am raw, plucked
bare and overexposed;
ashamed of my emotions and
too vulnerable, too fragile
I am not threatened but I do not
feel safe, I ache to hide but where can
I hide from my own mind? I need
time to decay my histrionics and my
need for affection so that it never
resurfaces again, so that I never
resurface again -- I am drowned in
something benign but chaotic, replicating
it's mutation endlessly, perpetually, until
I cannot breathe because I am overexposed --
bare and
plucked raw.
written during a panic attack
 Jul 2017 Frankie Castro
Lucy
Her
 Jul 2017 Frankie Castro
Lucy
Her
She's the epitome of perfection.
Her smile lights up a room.
Her eyes seductive, mines fill with gloom.
Her hair sleek and straight while mine is too much to take.
Her style is hard to define, you could say she's one of a kind.
Her skin flawless to everyone,
while I need make-up by the ton.
Her long pearl dress dances in the wind,
while I'm in worn out jeans and a big shirt. How will I ever win?
She's better than me in every grace.
I'm just a girl with a horrid face.
Her hourglass body can easily be picked up.
While my figures the image of a pickup truck.
You deserve to be with someone who you can show off to your family and friends.
Not a girl who never wants to be seen again.
That must be why you text each other on your special days.
Every day that passes by I feel you distancing yourself further away.
I'm sorry I put you through all this mess.
It's time I leave and give you some peace and rest.
I can't compete with such beauty in any way.
So why are you with me?
Why do you stay?
My first poem on this site!
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