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359 · Aug 2014
Sometimes
Remus Aug 2014
Sometimes I forget
what my third period is.

Sometimes I forget
when my best friend's
birthday is.

Sometimes I remember
embarrassing moment
when I was younger.

Sometimes I remember
the pain I was in
while dating you.
358 · Jun 2014
Joke
Remus Jun 2014
When you laugh
at me.
It's like you're
telling me
that I'm a
walking joke.

But somehow
I'm okay
with that
348 · Sep 2020
When You
Remus Sep 2020
Mother wept for weeks when you died.
Her cries rang throughout the house
as if she had put a microphone up to her mouth.
She demanded to know why I killed her daughter.
Where was the daughter who wore floral skirts to spin around in?
Where was the daughter who wore shimmering gold makeup as a way to be pretty?
Where was the daughter that begged for her hair braided like Katniss every morning?
She demanded answers but I don’t know if you actually ever existed.

I know you tried to exist.
I know you kept trying to stop me from ‘taking your place’
by devouring every feminine stereotype you could find.
I couldn’t live repressed under emotions you refused to address.
I couldn’t survive as you tried every title besides the correct one.
I couldn’t stand the sight of you in the mirror or photos
I still can’t.

Maybe I did **** you as I cut my hair shorter than you wanted.
I killed you by throwing out all your favorite clothing items.
I killed you by no longer letting you be the ideal daughter.
I killed you just like I started to **** our family.
All it took was a simple letter saying I wasn’t a girl, but instead a boy.
The silent treatment felt more like a punishment for wanting to be me.
I was cut off while I still lived in the same house as them.
The only thing is that I would **** you again,
but only if I got to see you crumble away every time.
I turned this in for my creative writing class and thought I'd share
346 · Apr 2014
Standing
Remus Apr 2014
Standing in a place
unaware of the people
that could hurt you.

Standing at home
unaware of all
the battles within
the walls.

Standing in the bathroom
deciding on whether you
should stay alive.
340 · Jun 2014
Close My Eyes
Remus Jun 2014
And if I close my eyes
even for a moment
you might be gone
and I'll be alone
again.
334 · Apr 2014
Nightmare
Remus Apr 2014
Too many washed up lies.
Too many sleepless nights
All I needed was a friend
But you turned into a
Nightmare
Right when I needed you
331 · Dec 2014
Tears
Remus Dec 2014
Alone we were
on this Sunday afternoon.

I was crying and
so were you.

'I love you's
poured from our lips
trying to reassure the other,
but mostly ourselves.

Soon rain poured upon us
like our tears poured
upon our cheeks.

And we knew that God was
saying sorry for making
me have to leave.
302 · Dec 2014
No More
Remus Dec 2014
No more
No more
No ******* more

So done with you and how
I was the first yet last
choice.

I constantly lived in fear
you would pick him over
me.
A girl you were supposed to
******* love.

But no,
you were falling
for others and you want
me to like you again
295 · Oct 2014
It's Cold
Remus Oct 2014
It's cold,
the bed
we once
shared.

I'm alone,
now that
your heartbeat
has ceased.

We no longer
share a
connection,
well that
was after
you left
me.

So why do I cry
over someone who
could never love
me back again?
282 · Oct 2019
Colors
Remus Oct 2019
There was a time where the only color I could be was blue.
I was drenched within sadness and despair.
Everything crashed around me like waves crash against a ship.
I was only the color blue.

There was a time where the color I possessed was red.
All I could feel was anger.
My voice always raised and ready to snap.
The only thing I wanted to do was drench other people in the color blue.
I began to try to make purple.

The blue and red started to fade and yellow began to shine.
There was no sadness or anger inside me.
I wore a smile at all times, happy to be happy.
I loved so hard and gave everything my all.
Until I was no longer yellow.

Every color there could be would hit me.
Phases would come and go.
Some would even return
Until everything muddled together all at once.
Creating the color black.

I felt so hard, everything affected me in ways I did not like.
I was human, feeling multiple things at once and not one at a time.
The color black consumed me when I took my medication.
It consumed me when I tried to get better and succeeded.
It made me feel human.
It made me feel normal.
It made me feel hopeful.

— The End —