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Us
Me and you could never be us
If we had been different people, maybe
But I am still me and you are still you
But then again the attraction was between me and you not him and her
And I know it was my fault
That makes sense
There is no I in us, after all
But I still think about if you weren’t you and I wasn’t me.
Clearing out my drafts. Not for sure if this one makes sense, but figured I would post it and hope for the best
Bea Hespera Nov 5
I would stop hating myself if you asked
My body would stop being a crime if you kissed it
My thoughts kind thinking about your eyes
My heart not a burden if you filled it
My brain not toxic when filled with your memories
My skin healed if you touched it
My soul repaired with your love
Your voice is a melody
Your very presence is my remedy
Bea Hespera Nov 4
I can't breathe
This darkness is consuming me
I can't breathe
I am drowning in my misery
I can't breathe
I am blind in this void
I can't breathe
I am being pulled under by something
I cannot avoid
This is a poem that I wrote when I was in a really dark place. While I am much better now, I thought some people might relate and appreciate this poem. This poem even has a rhyme scheme!
Much love,
Bea
Bea Hespera Nov 2
I hate the phrase
“You are only given what you can handle”
It negates everyone who has drowned in their pain
Everyone who is told they will burn for who they are
Everyone who was traumatized as a child
Everyone who has lost people to their demons
Everyone who has burned bridges to protect others
Everyone who goes through hell to keep fighting
You may be “only given what you can handle”
But you shouldn’t have to handle that
Another poem will be coming soon!
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Bea Hespera Oct 29
I can’t date men now
You took
I am scared of them touching me
And took
Their anger terrifies me
And took
What if they don’t listen
And took
What if they don’t ask
And took
What if they haunt me
And took
As your hands do
Bea Hespera Oct 17
Do you ever feel like all you are is the sum of everything that ever happened to you?
All that I am is
My mother’s anger multiplied
My father’s pain cubed
My sister’s sadness squared
My grandpa’s emptiness added to my grandma’s spite
My grandmother’s love has to have my grandfather’s hate subtracted.
My happiness is divided by everyone who has left.
Bea Hespera Sep 1
Tick tick
Life’s moving so fast
It’s making me motion sick
Tock tock
Why does my heart feel like a rock
Tick tick
I’m home
but homesick
Tock tock
Why can’t I turn back the clock
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