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 Dec 2015 Poeticatheist
m i a
'Sup.

I'm sorry but we need to break up.

What, why?-*

Everytime, when i try to reach the sky you just pull me down.

But, darling i didn't mean to make you frown.

It's fine, but i want to be on my own now.

Wow, you're just going to leave me all alone? All i've ever did was protect you.

Protect me? Ha, love all you've ever done is put fear in me.*

Dear, it's not called fear. It's called making sure you won't be judged.

To you. In my opinion it's stopping me from meeting amazing people.

Sure and while you're greeting them, they're going to be thinking of ways to hurt you and take advantage of you. You know the usual.

Maybe. Maybe not. It'll be better then you beating my soul, and playing tricks with my mind all the time.

Whatever, fine. But when it does happen to you, don't come crying to me in the end.

Oh, i won't because i'm pretty sure i'll have a friend by then.

We're done.

It was nice knowing you ***.

Goodbye.

Adios.

Conversation ended.
This is a a.m. conversation between a girl and her social anxiety/fear. I got this amazing idea thanks to NamelessWonder and his friend bri. <3
 Dec 2015 Poeticatheist
m i a
no matter how many languages i speak

not a single soul will understand **how much i love you.
<3
3AM
You make it hard to sleep.
I'm tucked under comforters at 3 am
with the image of your face in the absence of moonlight stuck in my head and I have never been more comfortable than I am
when you hold me up in the air as if
you're trying to show the
whole world my apparent beauty.
And then, you kiss me.
And smiling mouths kiss better
than ones that frown so I pray
that I can keep that grin plastered
on your face just long enough
to connect lips like constellations
yet again.
God I am a mess but I wouldn't have it any other way because
you are comparable to the
shining light that leads me
out of the gallows,
and brightens all the corridors
in my gloom filled head.
I wish I could whisper all of this
into the curve of your neck while you hold me but I can never find words
and form them into correct sentences,
rather than incoherent gibberish
while under the trance that is
the feel of your fingertips
I'm tucked under comforters at
3 am thinking about how lucky I am
and that's why I was late for school this morning.
I overslept dreaming of all we could become.
Even if just for a moment,
I want to touch the most intimate
parts of your soul with my tongue
and taste what its like for you
to be with me.
I never knew how to
write poetry correctly.
It's not like it comes with an
instruction manual
that reads in italicized letters

"dig so deep into your head that if a brain aneurism were to spontaneously combust, you'd be the first to know about it"

No one told me that my emotions
would corkscrew like falling
meteorites every time I picked
up a pen.

No one told me that the thoughts
would sometimes dry up
and leave me searching like
a dog who buried a bone and
then developed a rare type
of amnesia.

No one told me that sometimes
it would be hard to get the words
onto the page without tears
falling like a liquid avalanche.

There was no instruction manual
or italicized letters. There was only me,
and a lot of lessons to learn.
Somewhere in this city,
an old woman lies dying of
                                   life.
Her mind dances across years.
She half remembers young lovers
deep and hard inside her
and she gasps.
                        Her grey hair
becomes once more
a lustrous black pool.
She smiles and shudders
a tremor of pure pleasure,
gasps again and smiles
her way fearlessly towards
                                   death.

  ~mce
 Nov 2015 Poeticatheist
ross
I can tell you all about betrayal
And heartbreak
Just ask about the time I spent alone on your birthday at your headstone
Let's talk about our car rides
And the way you ripped up the map
Then set your destination to the insides of my chest cavity
And how you expected it to be perfectly paved to your veins
Or when you thought
my soul was the key to your north node
I wanna talk about how every time I watch a star die out
It's just a reminder that memories don't last forever
At least ours didn't
Or maybe this is me trying to forget you like you forgot me
Id give anything just to speak with you one last time
And ask you to teach me how easily it was for you to leave someone you once called home
Dreams remain dreams
as long as you stay asleep.
 Nov 2015 Poeticatheist
nivek
I stopped to give a hitcher a ride
She kept calling me 'Flower'
and this small mystery
holds within itself
a lifetimes meditation.
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