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This is why I write
For times like this
When I have no idea
And you don't let me in
I'm left guessing
Out in the open
Confused and lost
Worried and saddened
This is why I write
When I don't know what else to do
Your happiness fleeing your body
Leaving this anger
For what reason I do not know
This is why I write
To let you know
When you won't listen
Its not just random occurance
On why I do it
This is why I write
 Apr 2018 rosecoloredpoet
Bee
hell is a place where
you constantly love those that
do not love you back.
 Mar 2018 rosecoloredpoet
skyler
i want to get high in foreign cities
travel to places i have yet to lay my eyes on
pack a bag and take off, my only motive to feel free
i want to kiss lovers on pavement my toes have never touched
beneath trees rooted with legends in their leaves
ensuring everlasting love
and i want to feel light, rather than weighed down
anchored to one small town
i want to drop everything and get away
to places where time is altered
and the stars are always present
whether it be in the night sky or people's eyes
i want to fall in love with strangers, cities, and scenes
i crave so deeply to feel free
to start anew

but at the same time
i want you to come too

s.s
I am sorry for being who I am
At times I can be a lot to take
We should tell eachother goodbye
Before I make my next mistake

I knew you were too great for me
From the very heavy start
It was foolish of me to think I
Ever deserved a piece of your heart

Clearly my shadowy side
Is stronger than the light
I need to accept that darkness
Will eventually win this fight

I thought you made me better
Now I see that isn't quite true
Yes, you bring out the best me
But also bring out the worst parts too
Sometimes the people who push you to be better are also the people who cause you to do and say stupid **** that doesn't even sound like it is coming from your mouth
One of the most
Painful and
Heartbreaking
Things to hear
But most relieving
 Mar 2018 rosecoloredpoet
amber
I am a flower blooming,
From a crack in the sidewalk.
You do not discover the beauty,
Until you suddenly glance,
Into that crack.
Your eye doesn’t fall upon it,
Too easily.

Why would anyone purposefully glance,
Into that small, dark imperfection,
In the sidewalk anyway?
They are much too busy,
Worrying about where they are planning to place each foot,
Next.
Left,
Right,
Left,
Right.

Besides, they would rather gaze ahead,
To the perfectly placed,
Well grown, nurtured flowers.

They glow in the sunlight,
And catch your eye when you pass;
The rays causing their gorgeous colors to dance, and radiate.
The breeze blows a cool wind to pull them closer together.
You see: happiness.

As I sit in the crack,
Waiting, wishing, wondering,
Sometimes I blossom,
Sometimes I wilt.

Once in awhile,
One or two people
May be kind, or perceptive, or understanding,
Enough to give me a chance: an opportunity.

They stare fixedly,
And instead of anger,
They see potential.
Rather than hurt,
They see love.
When does it stop...
When does it get easier...
The constant cycle of doing the same thing over and over again but in different ways... only to be fooled by results that aren't so different...

Maybe you are loosing all sense of time...

The constant battle of believing what your heart tells you is right or what your head tells you is wrong...

So much confusion...

When does the hurting stop...
When will you be kinder to yourself

You cut away at each part of your being hoping to replace what's left with someone different... someone new... something new...

It's almost like your life is a movie on fast forward and you are standing still
Walking in slow motion watching with this emptiness deep in the pit of your soul...
You yell and scream but no one hears...

You fight the noise inside your head to try and get one moment of clarity... One moment of peace but you are drowning in a sea of trama, lies, and deceit

You can't even trust yourself with your thoughts
What have you been telling... whispering so many fairytales to yourself
Which ones do you believe...

Numbness is all you feel while you stand still because feeling would mean more pain... more hurt...

So as you chip away at the shell of a person you use to be remember that all you really have left is yourself and the fear of just being...

Me, Myself, and I
My mind is a scary place... one should not be left alone with my thoughts...
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