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310 · Feb 2017
Part of a Suicide Note
Lydia Feb 2017
And suddenly, just for a second, that was all I was
Words on the paper
Dandelion seeds in the wind from the wishing flowers
My hair underwater
All I wanted was to be part of the atmosphere
Please comment :)
309 · Nov 2018
This Was Not a Love Story
Lydia Nov 2018
One day, when you had made up your mind
When you had given up on your grandfather's graveyard of broken down cars
When you decided I had been alone long enough to burn myself out
You vanished.

Mother was the voice in your head promising that nothing would be easy
Our sister is the one telling you to get a running start
And I was whispering, "Be careful," but I've watched you
I can promise that you never heard me

My coat was still in my hand as I walked out of school
My hand meant to throw it around my shoulders and zip it up
It was freezing
My hand forgot

I keep telling myself that she killed you
But I know that isn't true.
I know your soul got all mixed around, made some wrong turns
It isn't fair to believe that she loved you.
Believing that she understood all of the cracks in your skin just like I did hurts worse than the spot on my couch you don't take up anymore

The last time I saw you, you were buried in some sort of library
Some sort of maze you built around yourself so you wouldn't have to escape
I left you
But I can't help imagining someone dropped a cigarette,
Your mind ignited and fell to ashes

I hate you, because this was not a love story.
Please Comment :)
309 · May 2017
Perfection
Lydia May 2017
I was yelled at when I wasn't perfect
And maybe that's the way it has to be
Maybe perfection has to be built
As if you were a cracked egg
And had to become a bird with no broken feathers
Looking for inspiration for some really intense writing. Send me a message if you know of any very emotional video, art, poem, short story, and anything else you can think of! Definitely hit a bit of a block. Please comment: /)
309 · Jan 2015
Frequently Asked Questions
Lydia Jan 2015
Yes,
This is a dream
I know that may be hard for you to except, seeing as you can't actually change anything
But it's true. So wake up.

Congratulations. You managed to sleep until three AM. No, you cannot go back to sleep.

No,
No one else is awake yet.

No,
Playing that song you hear in your head,
(Over and over)
Will not make it go away. It is not recommended.

Yes,
You should write down every terrifying second of that dream because right now,
It's a memory, not a dream.

Yes,
You actually do feel that angry and hurt
You can actually see that bruise on your arm
You are actually crying.

No,
You are not the one screaming in your ears, but maybe in your head.
No one else can hear you.

Yes,
The fear is actually there.

No, I can't tell you how to fix this
I'm so sorry.

Yes, you absolutely must be terrified
Forget how to breathe
Hear your own heart beating too fast

Resent your heart for beating,
Your brain for thinking
Your body for being cold and stiff
The air for being silent
Your friends for being asleep
Yes, It has to be like this and you don't get a choice.

Yes,
This is a dream.
I know that may be hard for you to except, seeing as you can't actually change anything
But it's true.
So, please,
**Wake up.
I've been wanting to write about this for awhile. It's very difficult to be sure of yourself when you start to call your life a nightmare. It's very difficult to jump out of  one nightmare and into another.
Please comment :)
309 · Oct 2014
Ease of Mind
Lydia Oct 2014
I haven't been asleep to dream
I want to be asleep,
But I'm not in control anymore
I can listen to the airplanes outside
Or my own heartbeat and watch the stars
Am I always this scared?
Yes.
Why do I forget that?
It's easier not to think about
It's easier not to think how I won't sleep tonight
Please comment :)
309 · May 2014
Success
Lydia May 2014
It's that moment when you give up on life
That it really begins
That awful second
When you realize nothing is going to work
That it does
That imperceptible instant
When you are trapped
In the bitter clutches of failure
That you succeed
Please comment :)
308 · Sep 2016
Moving On
Lydia Sep 2016
I've had to tell myself over and over again that you didn't really mean it
- every time you said you loved me
I swear to myself that love would not bite me
Love would be artwork on my skin instead of scars
Love won't strike for the jugular or slice my achilles
Love will hold my hand and sing songs for me
Love will be written in satin cursive
It will be written in front of my vision and all over my face
Love will not hurt if it doesn't have to
Love will not leave me there until it feels like coming back
Love will be a human being- not a ghost, not a robot
Love might not say its name
But it won't hide from me
It won't leave for weeks without a word
Love will not tell me that my ideas don't matter
Love will be an entity, and I haven't found it yet
But it has taken me all of this time to convince myself it wasn't you.
Please comment :)

For everyone being abused, emotionally or physically, that is not love. Love will not hurt you. Love will not be perfect, but love will try their best. Love will not scar you forever. Love will not hit you or leave you. Love will not threaten you or leave you. Love will not tell you that you aren't good enough. Love will not force you into something you aren't ready for. Love will love you, plain and simple. Love will love holding your hand and writing your name and spending time with you. If you are being abused, I am so sorry. I encourage you to reach out and ask for help if you can. I understand that it is the most difficult thing in the world, but I promise that someday, someone will love you correctly.
306 · May 2014
Fate
Lydia May 2014
I wouldn't have seen your poems
If I hadn't used this website
As a booklight!
Please comment :)
303 · May 2014
A Different Day
Lydia May 2014
I often forget to watch the clock
The hours tick by
Without my knowledge
I very much love to
THINK
About time
Being apart of it
Is another story
Moving along
This linear wonder
Is it really so linear?
You see
I often dream of time travel
As I feel so out of place
Here
And now
Will be so important
Someday
But here
In now
Is not where I belong.

You see
I've been thinking about running away
Leaving now
For a different day.
Please comment :)
301 · May 2017
When You left
Lydia May 2017
Thank you for not washing your dishes before you left
They sat there on the counter all day while I was at work and with my family
And thank you for leaving your key with the spare
I found it before I found out you had gone
I found your note while I cooked dinner
Nothing changes
I had rice on the stove and half-thawed chicken in the toaster oven
I had on the same sweatshirt I've always worn in the evenings
I had on the same show in the background
I let my hair down and slammed my body against the appartment door
You hadn't even the decency to speak to me
I knew we were tired but

You just left

With all brutality and unceremoniously, you pulled yourself out of my life,
All of your clothes out of my apartment
Half of our photographs, your computer and your body wash
I brushed my teeth and I slept on the couch
I went to work the next morning
I don't have time to mourn you
I would have helped you walk away
If you were really gone, I wouldn't have kept trying to love you
I could have helped you move out
I could have told you I'm sorry it didn't work
I could have kissed our scars better and you would still be standing here
But you left, empty bottle on the coffee table
***** breakfast dishes in the sink
Fun fact: actually inspired by my sister who came home from college for a day, made a mess, and left again as if my life were a shop window she can bust in and out of dramatically. It made me think about relationships and leaving people. Please comment :)
301 · Oct 2014
Absolutely
Lydia Oct 2014
You are a wonderful, beautiful thing
I don't know why I was just sitting here thinking about how flawless you are
You are radiant and incredible
And I think about you all the time
It's kind of crazy but right now,
I don't care if you hate me
Because I love you
Because you are so perfect
**Absolutely perfect
Please comment :)
300 · Dec 2014
Unfinished?
Lydia Dec 2014
I fell asleep staring at my phone
Waiting for you
Hoping sometime you'd hear
My whispers that never existed
My mind caving in and my walls giving out
I'm waiting for you tonight
One more attempt at your hand
I miss being allowed to love you
When I get a chance I still lace in the words
Of my favourite songs and I'm waiting for you to notice.
I'm waiting for you in my dreams
I wonder if I've been waiting for you for too long,
Or if you've been waiting for me, too
But I won't ask, because somebody might answer
I won't ask because I might give up on you
I might stop thinking that every shadow on the wall is your silhouette
I might stop loving your beautiful ghost
I'm holding on to nothing because nothing is the most I've ever had
I'm waiting for you to tell me you love me, and if I wait forever, I don't care
Because I've fallen in love with the idea of holding your hand
You are not gone, you're just waiting in the shadows
One of these days, I'll get to see your face again,
Rounding the corner fast enough.
I remember all the days I wake up screaming, and hope that you can fix everything.
All the days you fade into vapour,
It makes rainbows as it passes by the light
So maybe something good is about to happen
I need to hear your voice somewhere other than my mind
Sometimes I feel like everything is tearing me apart
Sometimes I feel like the tears are made of acid,
Working the way that water can break glass
Or fingertips can crack chalk
I am sad tonight, and if sad means beautiful to you,
Then society has made a mistake.
When did we start describing blood as beautiful crimson?
I think today will be the first time that I've cried myself to sleep
Missing you
And fearing the dreams I haven't even had yet
This is really not complete, but I haven't posted in awhile so I thought I'd put it out there. Please comment :)
298 · Feb 2018
Missing You
Lydia Feb 2018
I miss you.

That's all I got to say before you left again
I choked on the familiar ache
Bit back the bile it caused
Spit out when my heart won anyway
I've been real dark recently. Sorry! I have one more dark thing planned ;)

Please comment :)
298 · Jun 2014
Thirteen Minutes Left
Lydia Jun 2014
The washing cycle has 13 minutes left
In those 13 minutes,
All I can do is think of you
And where you've gone
In eight and a half of those minutes,
Light will travel 93 million miles from the sun
Just to bounce off the tears on my face
Why the hell did you have to leave me?
Please comment :/
298 · May 2016
For You, When You Carry Me
Lydia May 2016
And I didn't know that I was kissing you,
But for some reason, I'm still kissing you
I've fallen into you and into dust
Floating into the sunrise at five am on Sunday
It's like I've been shot but it's okay
I'm slipping through your fingers
I'm dissolving; You're loosing me
I'm kissing you
Years just happened when I blinked
You just happen to be standing there when I find myself a whole person again
Please tell me why you are still holding handfuls of shattered glass
You have lost me so many times
You have lost me to terror and hysteria
You have lost me nightmares and flashbacks
You have lost me to myself
I wake up, and you are still holding my body
Limp and useless...
Some days I see you tremor when you catch me
I know that the thousandth time is much heavier than the first
When the glue washes off in the rain
Your life is halted while you wait for me to put myself back together
I'm always left with spare parts that were meant to go somewhere
You carry them for me
The glass is making your fingers bleed
You won't let me stitch them back together
But I will hold them the way that you hold me
When you peel off the scars and reveal yourself to be human, I will not walk away
And I will pretend not to notice that you were crying on my shoulder when I've gone under
I know that every single time feels like the last one
I know that you don't expect me to wake up tomorrow but you are hoping
You are hoping and that hope is like razor blades to the skin of your soul
You've been cut like you weren't one piece to begin with
But I think you love me...
Please Comment :)
295 · Oct 2019
An Exercise in Honesty
Lydia Oct 2019
I was lying when I forgot about her dad's pickup truck

It's been over a year since I last got her lost behind the wheel. I can't believe she kept letting me navigate.
Loss of a memory isn't a lie unless it was everything.
My whole world was empty slushie cups on the floor of the passenger seat, a broken speedometer,
A river that is still carving its way up onto the trail with the new floods
A transformation is supposed to be a complete overhaul
A girl walks in, but a woman walks out
I'm lying to myself because I can't remember the sounds or the way her couch cushions felt
Her home smells different now
Her body is something I don't recognize
I can't tell if she has changed or I recorded over the tapes

When I am no longer a teenager, and she was just young love, and my old poems were just country songs on the radio that I sometimes recognize and sometimes don't,
When I am afraid to go outside here in fall because it's not the same
It's been over a year since I asked for familiar. My parents' house does not smell the same. My dog sings to different songs on the radio. I do not own a radio. I do not own a car, or hold a girl, or sing country music anymore. I don't get lost driving to rivers. I don't ride roller coasters or lay on rooftops to interrogate stars. I barely walk myself home at night.
It doesn't smell the same.
295 · May 2014
I Didn't Realize
Lydia May 2014
I didn't realize
How upset I was
Until I noticed I was crying
In the hallway
I was slipping on my shoes
And praying that you wouldn't touch me
I was messing with my hair
My thoughts tossing around in my skull
I was whispering
And apparently you couldn't hear me
I wasn't saying much
I didn't want to
I wanted to walk out the door
And keep going
I know the ground
And I don't want to know you.
Please comment :)
294 · Nov 2014
Your Name
Lydia Nov 2014
The word "Love" sounds exactly like your name
Except it has completely different letters and
Syllabuls and
Sounds
I love to write your name
Please comment :)
290 · Nov 2014
At Midnight, I Give Up
Lydia Nov 2014
The same lyrics, drilled into my head
With the song on replay,
Waiting for you.
Yesterday, you promised you'd be here
Now,
I read my clock with your time
I'll wait for you.
I'll stare at my phone and hope for your name
To appear, like you do in my dreams
8 o clock (Two PM)
I'm still in class.
I know you'll be there when I get out
10 o clock (Four PM)
I'll still be here. I'll still see your face in my mind.
Midnight. (Six PM)
I'll give up now. You're not coming. You've been asleep for hours now. It's fine.
I'll add it to the list of broken promises and throw it in the fire.
Please comment :)
290 · Apr 2017
Gossip
Lydia Apr 2017
People were talking about you
Someone said you were strong
So I said you were beautiful
And I would've kissed you right there if I had the chance
Please comment :)
290 · Jun 2017
Leaving
Lydia Jun 2017
She always smiled as she left
She said it was because she was looking for next time, and there always was a next time,
Until we graduated high school and she said she was moving to Texas
As far away as possible, she said
I loved her sleek ponytail and her blue eyes
I remember her as an apparition, walking out my front door
Smiling gracefully, over and over
She didn't smile when she left for Texas
I think she made a mistake
I don't understand how a girl from the coast of Maine can live like that
The heat and the desert
All she's ever known is snow
I remember one time her parents let me sleep over with her because of a storm
Her pajamas were soft and we came down with the same cold two days later, but nobody asked questions
I was convinced that we were going to be together
She wanted to be in the Navy
I joined up yesterday
She said she just wanted something exciting
But she was the most exciting thing I'd ever seen, all packaged into a human being
She didn't have to go
Any school would've taken her and we could have had a life right here
I miss her
She sends me pictures of her and her tan friends in stupid hats and I hate her so much now and
I save every single one
Looking at colleges really far from home means I may be giving up a lot. I don't know yet. Please comment :)
Lydia Jun 2014
Sometimes my brain is the most incredible thing
I breeze through classes at school
Excel in math and language
(An everything else, really)
But then it gives me flashbacks
And nightmares
And that one dream
That one girl
That one time
My parents don't know because I don't tell them
But these things happen
And I'm fighting myself
How does that even happen?
Please comment :)
287 · Aug 2017
Full
Lydia Aug 2017
It would take them about an hour to realize I wasn't coming home from work
My father left me a truck and a full tank of gas
My house is two miles in a near straight line
But there are three highways 350 feet away and I could go 25 to 90 in seconds
Home must be hundreds of miles away
Because it's late but the street lamps look seductive
How easily I could leave it all behind
How hard it would be for anyone to tell which way I went
I turned left at the stoplight
House is a mile away in a straight line
Home is drowning in road signs and streetlights behind me
But it promises ressurect when I lose faith again tomorrow.
I paint, too! My Etsy store: https://www.etsy.com/shop/LydiasPaint

Please comment :)
287 · Aug 2019
She/Her/Gone
Lydia Aug 2019
I’m apologizing to our old memories for calling you the wrong name again
When I search for your text messages, they start with the wrong letter
End with it, too, never meet in the middle
I’m sorry that body never chose you
Never chose to hold onto the only thing it ever thought precious
When you told me how much you hated all the dresses,
I wondered if you hate all of the times I did your makeup, too
If who we were together is woven shut with apologies you’ll never ask for and I’ll never give
Sometimes I wonder if the body makes a choice
Or if it flops around until someone tells us we are something
Did I ever say you were a girl?
Or did you go to prom wondering how to peel off the layers of hips and chest?
I know your name and wonder how it fits you out loud
It feels all angles like you must have felt in a girl scout uniform
I’m out of airspace for wondering
All I was looking for was some sort of grounding
Some red wire or telephone poll or tall building with an elevator
Because if I was electricity, you were something else and I don’t want you to become something to burn
But I still mourn you, sometimes
Like you burned her down
When my friend transitioned, they denouned parts of who they were before. I tried so hard to be the person that is completely supportive and questions nothing and I would never tell them in real life how much I missed from before. I know they are the same wonderful person. I accept them wholeheartedly and unconditionally. But when they suddenly dismissed most of the parts of our lives we spent together, I still felt like I lost something. They will never know. They are going through enough with the transition and just need love and support from me and that’s what they will get because that’s what they deserve. Some part of me will still sit here and grieve.
286 · Oct 2014
The Corner of my Eye
Lydia Oct 2014
I don't want to look up anymore
Because I know you won't be there
I've always known, I guess
But I've always hoped
Because it helped.
Please comment :)
285 · Jul 2014
What is Love?
Lydia Jul 2014
Racing heartbeats isn't love
Fighting and cursing isn't love
Calm, cool and comfortable,
Ready for anything today.
That's love.
Please comment :)
Lydia Sep 2019
I think
I'm doing
okay.
I'm still bullying myself
over the sugar
in fruit juice
at breakfast.
I'm still convinced
that I deserve the pain
from running.
It's penance.
It heals the sugar wounds.
I haven't thought
about skipping classes
or entire days
I haven't forgiven
the man,
But I forgive myself
For not forgiving
I'm out of breath
because this run
is your replacement.
285 · Mar 2019
Alzheimer's
Lydia Mar 2019
Dear Grandfather,
This is my response to your second response to my Thanksgiving card
I put your letter in my drawer
Didn't realize it was the last time I would be able to read all of your handwriting
I'm glad you're enjoying the baseball games
Sorry my college doesn't have a football team
If we did, I'd be in the front row so you could see me on the cameras

Dear Grandfather,
Merry Christmas
I got your letter right before my father picked me up to take me home for break
Crying, it found a home in my backpack
I would ask my mom to make out the words I couldn't understand
I didn't
Realized you were just talking about bingo
Congratulations, sorry about the snowstorms

Dear Grandfather,
Happy Easter,
Please forgive the smeared ink on all of my cards
My eyes are trying not to see what's happening, so they tear up
I could only make out a few words of your letter
I'm glad you remembered my science classes
They gave me a position researching diabetes
The one diagnoses you don't have
I think that if I studied Alzheimer's, I'd forget you are more than a patient
A failed trial
I can't do that to myself

Dear Grandfather
This is my response to your radio silence
If I were there, I would hold your hand
Knowing that touch and smell can jog memories
I envy your ability to read my letters every time as if it were the first
Hope that you can feel me through them
Hope that some days, you remember the first time, the first letter
The sweatshirt you gave me when I was little
I can't find any other way to hold on to you
So I'll make cards for the fourth of July weeks early
I'll write in the cursive that reminds me of you
I'll read your old letters like it's the first time
285 · Nov 2017
Space in the Bed
Lydia Nov 2017
I know I said I wasn't coming home tonight, but
Leave me space in the bed.
Pleae comment :)
285 · Oct 2016
Untitled
Lydia Oct 2016
She drinks her iced tea with whipped cream
She fell asleep an hour ago;
Laptop open, mug on her desk
Her cups leave little rings on the wood-
She keeps saying she'll paint over them
There's this garden where she always finds butterflies
She has a photo album on her computer,
Calls it her "real-life fairytale"
She says that the twigs in her hair are "artistic" and that the paint on all her clothes adds character
She paid way too much for that shirt that she tore on a branch the first time she wore it,
But still wore it enough to fade the colours and soften the fabric
We went swimming at the lake: She left it at my house and it smells like her-
It smells like pinewood and eraser shavings and hairspray
It smells like the over-sweetened tea that I bring her for class every morning
I'm always late for trig after that, but I don't care
She makes me go for runs on the weekends, even slows down for me sometimes
She sings songs in a minor key every time she cooks
She makes rice almost every night, but she never sits down to eat-
Sets a formal place at the kitchen stove and plays orchestral music
She reads my text messages at one in the morning, almost never replies
But I can imagine her sitting up all alone, quietly humming or tapping her fingers on the mattress
Her hair just makes sense- she likes to braid it over her right shoulder so that it hangs when she leans over somethings
Not really done yet. Feedback is appreciated :)
284 · Sep 2014
Broken Little Talks
Lydia Sep 2014
Oh how I love our broken little talks
I almost want to mention the great proverbial elephant in the room that we aren't even in together
It's interesting how everything sort of fell apart like a house of cards with one single breath
You were supposed to be the light at the end of my tunnel, but you blew out the candle
And I'm walking down a street that just falls off of the earth
We've all wondered if heaven was real, but you were my heaven when I was with you, and every god was on our side so in the end,
It didn't have to be
And I would tell you again that it's going to be okay, but we both know I'm lying, so
If we're going to be sad, miserable people, can we at least go back to doing it together?
Stating the obvious back and forth isn't what we do because * we are best friends
We were *lovers

But all we have left are these broken little talks
This is one of my favourite things that I have ever written. Please comment :)
284 · Jun 2019
Breathe
Lydia Jun 2019
It was exhausting to constantly apologize for taking up space
There's so many people on this big 'ol rock that I wondered how we don't run out of oxygen
Sometimes I held my breath, just in case
Then I got caught in thunderstorms
Stole air from the water through osmosis
The sidewalks cleared and I could expand
I think they were drowning, even before the rain came
When the lightening appeared, I imagined the selfish caught on fire
Oxygen is fuel and I think that's why everyone else is shutting down
Our blood was blue and maybe that's why we could swim through concrete

Please don't be worried when I vaporize
I'll be swimming in thunderstorms
Too tired to say, "I'm sorry,"
Learning to make room for myself
Maybe parts of me will escape this big 'ol space rock
Maybe we'll reach starts and breakdown into helium, and
Breathe.
Please comment :)
Written about my experience being overwhelmed in a big city.
281 · Nov 2017
I saw.
Lydia Nov 2017
i Thought the fields were on fire until you Reminded me thAt it was just dawn
you took me to your graNdparents' farm so i could ride horseS again
it had been a very, very long time
but i remembered theIr bodies as much as my own
and you were good
The animals knew you like a god
all bent and hIdden in the light
we didn't get hOme till late
your parents were asleep, they left dinner iN the refridgerAtor
it was the only ilLumination in the entire house
i saw you in the faint, shadowy glow
Sequal to "You."

Please comment :)
281 · Sep 2014
Thoughts on a Rainy Day
Lydia Sep 2014
I don't miss the cold winter mornings
Walking to school all by myself
I miss the days that smelled of fall
When I knew that you would be there, too
Please comment :)
281 · Dec 2014
Untitled
Lydia Dec 2014
You could kiss me
But you seem so far away in both body and mind
That I don't think you will

My hand has been outstretched to you for so long that I'm afraid you can't see it

I wonder if I've become a ghost to you, the way you have to me.
Whenever I try to lean into you, I fall into a canyon
Like I somehow missed your body
And then the ground broke away from our feet
But you aren't falling with me

I don't know how to kiss, but you can teach me
But first, become a solid entity, exist where I can see you, even if that's through a screen. Tell me that you will hold my hand as soon as I see you. Tell me you love me, because it doesn't matter if anyone else does. And don't worry about what people will say because I won't let them drown us.

Let me write you a letter, in cursive script.
Practiced, intricate loops, most beautiful when I write your name
Forget that someone is watching our every move like a dancer on a stage.

Maybe we are dancing. Or maybe we should be.

You could kiss me. I wouldn't mind.
Please comment :)


Evan:  It's funny, but when I wrote this, I actually felt like I was talking to you.
281 · May 2014
Memories and Existence
Lydia May 2014
I hear your name all around me
From the kids in school
You have become a passing dream,
A whisper in the wind
I am very out of touch with dreams
I will myself not to become attached
To something that isn't real
You are real
But not tangible
I can't capture your voice
Or your memory
Your frame is gone
And I'm left with
Whatever we can salvage
But I can't salvage your voice
Or the dreams we shared
That you seem to lose
I can't imagine what you would have done
Had you not left
I don't remember your favourite song
I don't know if I
Knew it to begin with
You've slipped from my side
When I wasn't looking
And ran away
I know you exist to someone
But that someone isn't me.
Please comment :)
281 · Apr 2017
Soaked
Lydia Apr 2017
I miss the sincerity
The oblivious sort of floating
Reaching out and swimming in galaxies
It's fascinating to leave my feet on the ground
Brilliant to swim in place and breath in fluid
I couldn't feel myself
All I could feel was oxygen, molecule by molecule
The atmosphere bent around me piece by piece
I held onto nothing but I didn't drift off
I held fast to everything that I've never been able to feel
I let the universe soak my skin to my bones and chew on my lips
And my pillowcase made an excellent towel
"A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it." -Charles Dickens, "A Tale of Two Cities"

Please comment :)
281 · Oct 2014
Expectations
Lydia Oct 2014
I don't expect you to come around anymore
Every morning when I wake up,
It feels like you're a little farther gone
More like a memory-
Or a daydream-
Than an actual person
Now, every night
I wish on those tiny little far-out stars
That you could just talk to me for a second,
Kiss me once
Or hold my hand for a minute
I want to hear you tell me you love me
In your real-live voice
I want to hear you breathe one more time
Once you leave, I'm all alone again
Why did you leave again?
It's getting cold back here,
But you never minded winter
I always forget that you aren't standing next to me.
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279 · Sep 2014
Surrender
Lydia Sep 2014
I don't blame you.
I think it was more of a mutual surrender,
And that's okay, isn't it?
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277 · Aug 2015
10 W
Lydia Aug 2015
You are the biggest mistake I've ever wanted to make
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Lydia Sep 2018
You used to call me Tinkerbell
Or maybe you called my older sister that,
I don’t remember
I do remember a purple sweater with Tinkerbell on it
I remember the matching blanket folded up in a bin somewhere
I didn’t take it with me
I remember the Tinkerbell windup Christmas ornament that sits in a box for eleven months a year

Memory is funny thing
It hurts, sometimes, to remember
It hurts because we’re growing up and moving on
Ir hurts because we leave blankets folded up in bins
But it hurts so much worse to forget
It hurts to argue over who was Tinkerbell
It hurts to forget her sitting in a box until December

When I wrote you a letter, because you can’t use your computer anymore
When I thought about every single word being as clear as humanly possible
When I thought about every flick of my handwriting and every possible way to make it easier to read
I still almost forgot to write love before my name instead of the dash I haphazardly throw in front of my name

So as you forget all of the insignificant details
As the plaques takeover like plagues and everything fades
As the nuance is lost with the fine motor skills
I hope to God you don’t forget that I love you.
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276 · May 2014
That I Should Find
Lydia May 2014
God look!
A sky
What wonders I cannot describe
Lay not within
But beyond
As life
So expendable
Has no known meaning
And is by far
The most complicated thing we know
As we are just electricty
Anyway
As we have no purpose
I give myself the purpose
To see the most brilliant thing I can
I believe it is there
Out past Venus
Or on the rings of Saturn
That I should find my meaning.
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276 · Nov 2014
Fight for Yourself
Lydia Nov 2014
You want me to tell you how I slit my wrists
Or how I became addicted to drugs
You want me to tell you how much I hate my life
How sad I am
You want to find beauty in my pain
You want the blood to paint pictures for you
But I never hurt myself
I sat and watched my friends break
I tried to help, at first
But it became easier to sit
And watch
And sing pretty songs so I can't hear them crying
There are exceptions
People worth saving
People worth fighting for
But everyone else;
I wish they'd just fight for themselves.
This is not at all what I wanted this to be about but I don't usually prewrite so close enough. Please comment :)
276 · Nov 2016
When You Left
Lydia Nov 2016
You would never hang yourself from fishing line and expect to die
You were too smart for that
You took the parring knife out of your father's tackle box
You cut lengthwise so that they couldn't stitch you back together
But God, did we try
I held you like a child until the paramedics came, clutching your arms shut and humming sweetly over the crying-
- In case that was the last thing that you heard
I wonder if you're watching me condense your room into boxes right now
Your mother couldn't do it
She couldn't turn your life into a storage room, and I understand that
Your scholarship to that graphic design school came in the mail two days later
That was not a pleasant phone call
I'm not even your family
But your death was a grenade and it didn't just hurt you
I walk around school and see shrapnel sticking out of everyone
Everyone wants me to take a few days off but I can't
It ***** but I need to keep going because I believe in my life
I understand why you did it;
I can imagine you walking through your garage, thinking of the easiest way to go,
Maybe you were even crying, but that's not really your style
I don't think you understand how weak you were in that second, the one where the tip of the knife actually hit your skin
I don't think you realize how selfish it was
I wonder if you were able to see me run in as you were falling
Maybe you didn't even know that I loved you, but God, I loved you
Maybe you get to see Rome now, like you always wanted to
Or maybe you're in Heaven, or Hell,
Or maybe there's nothing, and that's what you wanted
I hope you got what you wanted because I can't get your blood out from under my nails.
You have infected my life with yourself, and that's forever now
I still remember your jacket...
The green and black one in some box in some storage locker somewhere
Your mother covered your arms in bandages, and then decided against and open casket
It was like you were flowing out of yourself
Maybe it was freeing, just for that second before it ended
I don't know
That is the only honest answer I can think of when I ask if you're really gone
You could have lived forever
Now, you only live until I wash your image out of my head
They hired someone to wash you off of the floor
They didn't let me into the ambulance
I had so much time with you, and then suddenly, I didn't
For some reason, it's cold outside whenever I think of you
You were the snow that made the cold worthwhile
I'm moving to Arizona next month so that I don't have to see your shadow around every corner
You vaporized
Your breath exists in photographs
You used to smile

You left so much behind
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274 · Jun 2014
Before You Left
Lydia Jun 2014
It's almost eleven
And I can't sleep
I hear your voice
Bouncing in whispers of the raindrops
Please don't leave
I should have told you not to go
Before you left
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273 · May 2014
Hear From You
Lydia May 2014
I need to hear from you by Monday
Because I'm leaving on Monday
For my competition
And I am scared
I am scared of a lot of things
But right now
I'm mostly scared of failing
I need you to tell me it's ok
Because when I talk to you,
It really is
And I know
You're busy
And you have a life
And all
But I really
Need to hear from you by Monday.
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273 · Jun 2018
Misconceptions
Lydia Jun 2018
We’ve been living in the right lane of the highway
Going way too fast way too carefully
I think we missed our exit but I know that we missed everything in between
But honestly,
I think the whole world is right here, in the cab of your beat up pickup truck

If this is love, then I think writers got a little confused
This is confined, and nuanced, and breakable
There is no indestructible rope tying us together
Our love is trapped inside a glass prism
All you have ever needed to do was knock it off the shelf
But that doesn’t mean it was any less beautiful in one piece

You need to learn a lesson
Girls in short skirts and tall heels will not dance with you
They will fix their lipstick and take pictures for the internet
But they will not move any further into the party
The dance floor is lava and you are children
Your love is an ocean and she is a hot air balloon
You will never reach her
And she will never fall into that

But it got your imagination going
Some rusty old gears that you thought had fallen apart
And that makes it worthwhile, right?
Or maybe it doesn’t
Maybe it rots your insides until your soul melts out your eyeballs and you fall apart for real this time
Maybe it makes a pin ***** scar that you’ll have to explain to somebody someday

But honestly, if we left hand prints on beaches or carvings in trees,
I think we’d be wasting our lives
I have never regretted taking out my camera
Because nothing is permanent, but you can last for as long as I carefully back-up my memory card
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272 · Jun 2017
Breathing
Lydia Jun 2017
I watched her
It was like the she was breathing for the first time
Brand new lungs, air that wasn't holographic
No more illusions or tricks, just
In and out

And that's when she walked away
Saying goodbye was the first time she had ever experienced oxygen
She suddenly understood the rhythmic movements of my chest
And why I had never liked diving

And I started to choke
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272 · Apr 2014
Because I Love You (10w)
Lydia Apr 2014
Sky is falling,
Pigs are flying
Because I
love
you!
My first attempt at ten words, please comment.
270 · Apr 2014
Simply Cannot
Lydia Apr 2014
I can not show you the pictures in my mind
I can not accurately describe to you
How bright the colours shine
Like the Northern Lights,
Or how soft I remember your skin to appear
Because in my mind,
We can still stand together.
We can watch the stars together.
The stars are dull, standing alone.
I feel dull, standing alone,
Your radiance is absent
I no longer wish to stand, you see
I am very tired.
Alone is very taxing on the mind, you see
The memory of you
I do not wish for it to fade.
If no one knows you exist,
Then you don't.
If you do not feel loved,
Then you aren't
Because love is an energy
It is tangible
It is visible!
And I can see it when I think of you.
When I think of you,
I can see you
Surrounded by roses of every colour
And the colours are so wonderful,
So real
That they simply cannot be
And I realize that you are so wonderful,
So real,
That you simply cannot.
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