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Paige Apr 2015
I can't believe what I just
remembered.
And I can't believe I ever
forgot.
He used to call me wormy,
because I moved around so
much to get comfortable.
I can actually remember
the first time he said it.
I could hear the smile in his
voice as his arms were
wrapped around me.
He was the best at cuddling.
He would stay like that all night.
He said,
"I should start calling you wormy."
I laughed and asked why.
"because, you can never stay still."
I remember telling him I liked it,
and he told me I was weird.
But I could still hear his smile.
Paige Apr 2015
For as long as we are together,
I will be happy to say you're mine.
I still fall in love with
your smile,
and the way you kiss me.
I have my doubts.
But you never do.
The other day, as I drove away
down your road,
I couldn't stop crying.
This wasn't what I wanted.
So I turned around.
You were playing basketball,
and you said you loved me.
Later while playing mini golf,
I couldn't even remember what
we were fighting about.

Thank you for being relentless.
For my peach
Paige Apr 2015
I want to tell him
some things that I know
aren't fair.
But I feel like it needs to
be said.
Because I don't want
to keep this in until I die.
What do I have to lose?
Should I just keep my mouth
shut.

I just took a long break from
this poem.
Everybody loves Raymond is on Tv.
Sorry.
I just don't know what to say.
Because I know what I want.
But just like I have for the past year;
I won't say a word because I know
I shouldn't.
Paige Apr 2015
Isn't it absurd
that even as I sit here
at the beginning of a poem,
I just pulled out a hair.
I looked at it between my
fingers and then dropped it
onto the bed to be lost forever,
among the rest.
Paige Apr 2015
I kept asking him,
"Why aren't you still mad?"
And he kept saying,
"Because I love you and I'm
not going to hold a grudge."

And for some reason that made
me less angry,
and more sad.
Paige Apr 2015
Ever since that day in
the mirror,
I have been silently
searching for someone who
just might understand.
Someone who does this too.

Or maybe someone who just
wants to understand.
I do not want sympathy,
because that doesn't help anyone.
But I do like questions.

Nobody ever asks me what it's
like.
Paige Apr 2015
Day 9,999 of working
without a day off,
with no appreciation from
my **** job that I haven't called off,
and doing the things no one
else wants to.
I went a whole 13 hours without
pulling out any hair,
but most of that time was when
I was asleep.
I'm amazed I'm not bald
by now.
Sunday will be here soon enough.
Only 4 more days.
But for me,
the hardest part of working
is getting out of the car.
It's been raining non-stop
and there's still a whole week
of it ahead.
And my birthday is in less
than 20 days.
I don't care and no one else will
either.
I will be 20 years old.
That means I've been pulling hair
out of my head for 4 years.
I can't believe it's been that long.
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