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Lydia Oct 2015
At some point, I realized that I needed to build my own world
It was hard at first, trying to follow my parents' lead
And taking templates from my friends
I built a city of grey mismatched with pink and social expectations
But I wanted a universe
I wanted to build a planet made just of water
I wanted to build highways to stars and I wanted them to be green
At some point, I realized that I had to build my own world
My parents would always tell me to build grey offices and white hospitals
My friends would always build pink house with perfect husbands
But I wanted rooms with words written on the walls
And half-painted corners
At some point, I realized that my reality wasn't part of my family's
My reality was a whole new spark
A whole new Big Bang
Sometimes I remember all of the times that my father tried to explain to me why he works in a grey office building
Some day, I'm going to work in the ******* sky
And if that sky is just in my mind then so be it
At some point, I realized that I was going to have to break down those offices and perfect pink houses
At some point, I decided to paint my ceiling half way.
At some point, I decided to cut off my hair and not tell anyone
At some point, I decided to write him a letter
At some point, I realize that I had given him part of my universe, because he helped me build it
When I said that I wanted to make the floor blue, he listened
Every time I painted, he said it was beautiful
When I wanted to write a book, he gave me time to write a book
I built a tiny planet made only of water
I built a dance floor, cluttered with papers I'll never finish, and words on the wall
One morning, I woke up and turned my voice on
I learned to open my mind instead of my arm and I learned that blood isn't always red
I learned to sing songs my whole family has forgotten,
I learned to say words that painted pictures
I learned to remember the grey office buildings, maybe I have a picture somewhere...
But I've replaced them with myself.
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Lydia May 2014
I typed it out
How upset I was
I didn't press send
I slid my hand down
And held delete

I hope you don't forgive me
I don't argue with anyone but you
It's so demeaning!
I act so baby-like with you

I hate you
For making me a child
I feel as if you beat me
You beat me with
Soft sweeping passes
That I beg you not to take

You never hit me
But you don't have to
If you're upset,
I'm on my knees
Every comment I make
Must be worded
With unbearable precision

I hate knowing you.
You let me go
To steal me back
And break me
Once again.
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Lydia Oct 2014
This wasn't finish but the website won't let me change the privacy or delete it while I'm on my phone  so I will finish it and post it later.
Lydia Oct 2014
I should have asked you to stay for one more minute
A second to explain your life to me
A second to remember what it was like when you were here
A second to remember what it was like when we were together
A second for your voice to be somewhere other than my head
A second to talk about where you've come from
A second to sit together
A second to hold hands (at least in spirit)
A second to love each other one last time
A second to dream together like we used to
A second to see the whole world, hand in hand
A second to be alone with someone else being there
A second to hear you breathing
A second to cherish forever, if this is our last chance
A second to count the colours in your eyes (They look like little galaxies)
A second to say goodbye, although I'm not very good at it
A second to run down the hall with you, one more time
A second to think about what would have happened if we had stayed together
A second to think about what would have happened if you had stayed
A second to smile at you. I think you might like that
A second to see you smile; I love seeing you smile
A second to sit in the grass together
A second for you to just be there
A second to sing that song that we used to love
A second to look forward to something
A second to hear you breathe
A second to watch the sunset
A second to listen to the birds outside
A second to see you when I turn around
A second to exist with you; we didn't have a lot of time to do that before
A second to watch the snow fall
A second to pick out shapes in the clouds
A second to count the craters on the moon
A second to walk in the rain, and
A second to just feel it
A second to read with you, and
A second to watch you read. I loved watching you read
A second to watch that show together
A second to show you Venus and Mars: we can see them without a telescope
A second to hear you say my name; I hate my name unless it's you saying it
A second to hear your heart beat instead of mine
A second to count the days I've known you for
A second to hear you play the clarinet
A second to watch your hair flop in your face
Can we just stare at each other for a second? A second to stare at each other
A second to show you the tree I used to climb
A second for you to meet my dog (you still haven't, but she still loves you)
A second to write together
A second to show you my old notebooks
A second to show you our old school
A second to show you my new one
A second for you to show me yours
A second for you to tell me about the places you've been
A second for you to tell me everything you've seen
A second to let you know how wonderful you are
Another second to make sure that you will absolutely never, ever forget it
A second to show you that you are not alone anymore, and
A second to prove to you that you will never be alone again, unless you want to be (I will always be here)
A second to wonder where you're going next
A second to wish you weren't going to go again
A second to watch time run out
Can we be together for one more minute?
You know I'd stay with you forever if I could, but
If we just have one more minute...
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Lydia Jul 2014
One of these days
You'll be settled into your new life
In your new home
You'll make new friends
I hope you're enjoying everything
I'm doing a bit of traveling myself
One of these days,
You'll reply
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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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Lydia May 2014
Why is lack of understanding a wall?
Why can't it be a doorway?
Why can't it be an invitation
For conversation?
Why is the unknown
So widely feared?
Nothing is really "unknown"
Just momentarily not understood
Why do we try to fight that
Instead of changing it?
Un-pausing the moment?
Why can't learning be a trend?
Why am I afraid to speak freely
Because They won't understand what I want to say?
Today
Lack of understanding
Is an open door
For me.
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Lydia Aug 2014
We tell our parents to let us make our own mistakes
But in the end,
We hate learning lessons the hard way
And we always forget to fill in the holes we dig for ourselves
Before we fall in again
We tell our parents to let us make our own mistakes
But I really wish someone would have told me
Not to stand so close to the edge
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Lydia Sep 2014
He told me to just be positive about it.
It can't be that bad, it never really is...
I don't know how to be positive when I'm walking away in tears,
I walked out of that room biting my lip so hard it was bleeding.
How could he not see my hands trembling, or hear my broken voice?
Out of sight, out of mind, right?
When I can't see cars, they can't crash into me.
If I can't see the ground, I can't hit it when I jump.
If you can't see me burning, then I must not be.
He's taken a beautifully aimed shot in the dark.
How can I fall so far when I haven't left the ground?
When I walked out of that room, I wished I could run, disappear, anything,
But I couldn't stay there anymore.
I do not endorse suicide in any way, nor am I considering commiting it. In the words of Neil Hilborn, "******* Yourself Without Hurting Anyone; Don't."  

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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
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Lydia May 2014
I dream of sitting with you
In a field of flowers
With my puppy
Or walking through a forest
To a waterfall
I know the perfect place
Have you ever broken the rules
Climbed the trees
Or strayed from the path?
We could make our own path
I'd like that very much
I'm very fond of you.
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Lydia Apr 2016
There's this sort of peaceful dream
I'm not allowed to have anymore
Life is too calm
I'm in too much control
Everything is too perfect

I'm not allowed to think like that.

All of my paint has to have chips in it,
There's always a light burnt out,
Half bright, half beautiful
The shadows are always in the wrong places
The windows have to be closed

I don't get to dream of precious waves or hour glasses
I have to dream of crashing ships on jagged rocks,
My mermaids have claws,
The lighthouse keeper has been shot dead.

No one is there to hold me at two am
All of the people shove me back in the chaos
Take my ground away
I am always the one to tell myself,
"It'll be alright."
And
"It was just a dream."
But usually,
It sounds more like crying.


If someday you should chose to love me
It will be easy for me, but not for you
I want to love and love and love until I drown in it
But that's too deep for some, for me, apparently
I am not allowed to love with my whole person
To love unconditionally would be a peaceful dream
*A rose garden, a delicate dress and a fragile girl
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Lydia May 2014
I saw you in the sunset
Bright and happy
Like when you laugh
I see you in the moon and stars
Like they spell out your name
Your name is perfect
And I like saying it
I see you in my puppy
When she smiles at me
I remember when you smiled at me
I liked it when you smiled at me
Even when you were mad
You were adorable
You were always perfect
You still are
I just don't see you enough
Like the stars
Going behind clouds
I want to see you more.
I love to see you
Because I love you
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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: /)
Lydia Oct 2014
I've seen all of these people in the hallways at school
Holding hands
And even kissing
And I thought,
"Wow, that could have been us."
But now I think,
"That'll be you and some other girl."

You're still the only perfect person I know.
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Lydia Feb 2016
Please be sure to read the fine print*
My name is Lydia, but I hate my name
I buy dresses that I'll never wear,
I like to cut my hair when I get upset
I only feel pretty in the mirrors at stores
Please initial here__

I need you all twenty four hours of the day
I need you to remind me every few hours that you love me
I am terrible at accepting complements so please try very sparingly
Everything is my fault, I apologize in advance
Please initial your understanding _
__

I sleep from eight to four, but I don't get up until seven,
Except when I do to get tea
Or when I don't because I'm sad
I want you to wake up with me so I can make the bed, and make you breakfast, and make you tea
Coffee gives me headaches
Please indicate that you accept these terms. Circle:
Yes, or
No


Sometimes, I will tell you I'm sad,
But for all of the times that I won't, I will tell you now
I am always sad
But I won't actually want you to know that
So when I tell you that I'm not, please let me lie to you. Once in awhile,
Please try to believe it
Initial here _
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Someday I might let you hold my hand
I will be scared and sweaty
It will feel like your first time, but it really will be mine
No matter what we do, I will be inexperienced and horrified
I am codependent and afraid of commitment
I will never be able to let you go, even if I push you away
One more initial, please _
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I will not kiss you,
But I will love you with all of myself
With this contract, all of my words
And heart
And soul are yours.
You will stain my heart just by appearing
Tatoo my mind further every second that you stay
You will draw beautiful pictures
Colour me in,
Bring me back to life and make me feel like a human again
And I will still be sad,
But you will let me glow.
I will shine for you, irredescent
If you leave, you leave scars where I tried to get the tattoos removed
However long you stay, you are permanent,
But you are lovely, even if just for that time
You will be loved,
You will be held
I will never give up...
Please sign below, indicating that you have read the terms and conditions of letting me fall in love:
___________
Happy Valentine's Day! I apologize for the formatting of this, it did not go exactly to plan. Please comment! :)
Lydia Apr 2017
"Tonight is the last pill,"
I said to myself for the nineteenth night in a row
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Lydia Jun 2017
I only saw her for a second
Just a flash, an apparition
A dream that I would **** myself to see again
I've never wanted to hold onto something so badly
And she was the most intangible thing I've ever touched
Like alcohol, running through my finger and evaporating at the same time
Gone more quickly than she came
Maybe she was salvation and I just missed my chance
Maybe if I close my eyes more tightly and wish harder
Or maybe she's just gone
I'm not a safe harbour
I've got no light to bring her back to me
I hope she thinks to turn around, all on her own
I'll be waiting for her, if she does, arm outstretched
Or if something better comes along
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Lydia Oct 2019
Glucogenesis makes the process sound holy
If we look closely enough, I'm sure that we would find plants are praying
Sunflowers are facing Him sitting on some golden throne of fire that's burning my skin
They do all of this work, and then we eat them. The sweet ones are the worst. Their prayers were answered over and over until they were saturated with sugars I am stealing
I cannot regret being alive. I cannot feel remorse as my fluid gives way to a vibrancy unheld by the entire person
The body is made up of millions of parts that decided they were better off constructed. Some parts have decided they were better off as parts and they invade our castles so we **** them.
Some of them make glucose. Most of them don't.
It's sad to only understand life through the pages of a textbook. To read about the life I took to read about. Cellulose is just glucose the body doesn't recognize. My papers were a body but my skin cannot be read.
I cannot feel remorse for being alive. I call my dog to me and wonder how his mind was put together. His fluid is all stitched up with body in between. He does not think about the little grass prayers. I do. I sit and join them but I do not pray because I cannot complete glucogenesis. I am not created. I will someday be soil and maybe parts of me will be used to make glucose and then I will pray because this is all I know of afterlife.
I am grateful that plants are religious.
Lydia Jun 2014
Oh
My
God
Please
Be there.
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Lydia Oct 2017
And there was a great fire
It gripped onto her toes like Heaven as it pulled her closer to Hell
I've never seen someone in such ghastly pain stand so still
She didn't close her eyes until the flames cut her hair short
She shut them tight and heaved out, just before she collapsed
I felt myself lurch and the flames went out, all in slow motion
She was gone the same instant she hit the hardwood floor
Not burned, but poisoned by the air she had been breathing
And she still looked beautiful
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Lydia Nov 2015
I think I'm a porcelain doll that fell off the shelf
I need someone to pick me up and dust me off,
Straighten out my arms and legs
Maybe they'll repaint my eyes
Something dull, grey with a dull finish
I think they'll take away my red dress
Replace it with something Victorian and lady-like
They'll force shoes on my feet

I don't really know where I went wrong... Maybe
They wanted calligraphy instead Comic Sans
They wanted the hundred instead of the ninety-nine
They wanted to name me something simple, like a number
I wanted to be named after the wildflowers on my old dress
If I drew them on my arm, they would wash them off with a scratchy sponge and harsh words
I wanted my walls to be yellow but they made them white,
Sat me on a shelf I couldn't reach
With my legs crossed and my spine straight

When a mother came in to buy a doll for her daughter,
She chose me
Because I am an example of a lady
Lifeless pale skin
And shoes that would break my ankles if I could stand
But they didn't teach me to stand by myself
They told me that I had to be held
My mouth opens only when somebody wants me to speak
My eyes close when you tip me backwards

When I tell someone how I was forced into submission, they say
"No! You were manufactured that way."
I have a number printed on my back, just like everybody else
No matter how hard I try to rub the ink off
The only marks that rub off are the ones I make

They gave me one pen and said,
"Don't worry! It's washable."
As if I were afraid of the impact I might have with a permanent marker
As if I were afraid of having my voice heard
My voice wouldn't be graceful
I couldn't put a child to sleep using lullabies
But I could start a revolution with a single sentence
As if I were afraid of a revolution

Maybe it would crack my perfect skin
All of the hairline fractures he painted over would become chasms or even tattoos
My Victorian dress would catch fire and become red again for a second
Just before turning black
Something bold
Maybe the grey would chip off of my eyes and somehow-
They'd be green again
This poem is meant to be heard and not read. Unfortunately, I am unable to read it for you. I hope that some of the passion comes through anyway.

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Lydia Jul 2018
We grew up assuming we couldn’t sleep
We had this aching, this burning passionate desire to be different and that made us just like everybody else
So now it’s 11 at night and we’re all doing the same exact thing

Screens bright,
“Hey, are you up?”
“How have things been?”
“Do you ever feel like you’re missing something?”

We never bothered to try laying down and closing our eyes
In a world full of shining stars and special snowflakes, we couldn’t stand being the one house with the lights out
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Lydia Apr 2017
God,
Please give me rain
I've found my strength in the thunder
I've lost myself between the hailstorms and I don't care to be found again
I wish to be well
I need to be guided through my personal hell
And I will wait
Until I am worthy
Until I am taught to understand and revere you
To accept you above me
Dear God,
I'm not on my knees
I don't believe in salvation, but I need to be saved.
Lydia Jun 2014
I don't like it when pretty songs fill rooms
I prefer they fill my head
I'm not a creative person
But I am very passionate
And I like pretty songs
People hear a pretty song and expect miracles
I hear a pretty song and expect
To be bathed in simple beauty
For two and a half minutes
You see,
Miracles only happen when you make them
So why don't we make them?
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Lydia Sep 2019
I’m procrastinating on death
My mother tells me that grandma can barely breathe
I don’t believe her
I still call her on Sundays and just do all the talking

I’m grieving for someone who is still alive
When my mother tells me I can’t see her,
I nearly hang up the phone
She can tell I’m crying before I make a sound
In the moment I’m choking on my own vocal chords,
She knows I cannot hear her anymore

Death cannot make me a better person
I tell my mom that I wish I had been a more loving child
I’ve wasted time
I’ll waste the whole night washing the stages of grief off my bedroom floor
I will not find her in the bubbles

Death is not here
He is laughing at me with a timer I cannot see
He is waltzing around my grandmother’s home,
Some days he has a weapon,
Some days he is unarmed
Grandma tells mom that time is up
She tells me she is fine
I tell her about my day

I think about going to church
Then, I remember that asking for forgiveness is the most spiteful thing I could possibly grapple with
Forgiveness would be grieving for my own soul
And that is not why I am throwing away dead flowers
I save one, maybe it has some color left
Maybe I’m just seeing things
I press it in a book on a shelf packed too tightly
So I can forgive life for leaving its petals
And her skin

Maybe this is a prayer
Maybe it’s an epitaph
Maybe it’s my whole body trembling in little keystrokes and maybe they can hold onto her for me because I am not with her. I am alone in my bedroom wishing for a ghost to tell me instead of my mother.
When she’s gone-

My mother asks if I will want anything from her house. I tell her I want the sailboat pillow I held to my chest while throwing temper tantrums as a child. I’m stomping my feet alone in my apartment and Death says that he’ll wait for me to stop. I text her after we hang up to say that I just want my grandmother.
Lydia Apr 2017
She's dreaming about mars but she's going to become an accountant
I remember when scales were beautiul
I remember when that parking lot lasted forever
We're supposed to find it stupefying
They call it progress

She hopes she's becoming a good person
I spent all of my time in high school counting down to exams
I wanted to be an art teacher but they taught me physics and laughed at me when I failed
I spent all of my time being not good enough
But here we are

She wanted to become the girl she wrote about in all those stories you didn't read
I remember every single bird I saw that morning
I remember it like I'm still standing there, on the bridge in between the waterfall and the rest of the stream
Maybe I'm still there, imagining the rest of my life
I could have sat with you forever, but I didn't
You left and I left and we aren't there anymore

You said no and she listened
She went to college for math and politics and I don't know why
She would have made a beautiful captain someday
And they would have shipped her off to Mars with the Space X mission
But she just finished somebody else's taxes and went home in a taxi and she is taxed
And they called it "progress."
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Lydia Jul 2014
Please,
I know you're out there.
Most nights I'm too afraid to write
I miss talking to you most mornings before school starts
Tonight was a good night.
I'll be able to sleep alright.
Just come back soon,
Okay?
Promise me?
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Lydia May 2018
"But what if we're wrong?"
It was silent
But her thoughts echoed around in my head as we laid on top of her pickup truck
I swatted at the eighteenth mosquito chewing on my leg
I don't want this to be love

We were tangled up in the acoustic music they play on the radio on Sunday mornings
She was trying to dream up something clever to write about
And I was pretending I could learn to play guitar through osmosis,
As if blending myself in with the harmonies, finding her in every lyric, and sheer willpower would give me wings or at least magic guitar hands

She set the alarm, checked it over and over
She was not going to be late for her first day
I told her I'd be asleep when she got home, she told me she knew
I told her to wake me up

I wasn't looking for perfect
Perfect really only applies in first year physics courses
After that, we learn to fall in love with "rough around the edges" or "unique" or "unfinished"
As if their life is a puzzle that we need to complete
Just so you know, it isn't

She bought me breakfast and dropped me off
She used to tell me she loved me, but I know she didn't
She does now, so she doesn't have to say it anymore
When I said, "love," before, I didn't really mean it
Not like I mean loving the garden on the balcony of her apartment or thunderstorms in May
Even if I was a puzzle that she completed (and I'm not saying that I am), we didn't need any glue to fit perfectly
The support on this poem has been unbelievably incredible. I am so grateful for this community with all of these lovely people :)

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Lydia May 2014
Is there a black market
For mice?
I'd get it from the pet store, but
They might get mad at me.
I intend to put it in the microwave
Not to be cruel
But so that I can study changes
In the cell structure
Some sort of decay should occurr

What genius saw something
Swimming around in a body of water
And said
"I'm going to eat this!"
But tomatoes
Tomatoes were poisonous.

Legs are so weird,
They're just like
"WE ARE GOD. WE ARE STICKS THAT ENABLE YOU TO WALK AND STAND!"
Why weren't humans built with wheels
Or tails?
Why are we so large
And why do we vary so much
In size
Shape
And colour
Why did evolution take away
Most of our fur?
Why are we best fit
For our enviornment?

What would happen if we blew up Saturn?
Yes,
It would be bad
I'm not stupid
But how would it
Effect (affect?)
Earth's
Orbit and
Atmosphere
And climate?
Is human life even sustainable without saturn?

As well a expanding,
Does the universe move
(As a whole)

Can human actions
Really
Destroy
ALL
Life on earth?
We assume ourself to be
These all powerful being
But really we are
Ugly sacks of water
That can be killed by almost anything
Confined to a rock
Not even the size of a speck
Compared to space
An individual does not make a difference
On a logical,
Scientific scale.

Why don't we walk on our hands?
Why are we so dependant on each other?
Why do all the systems of our bodies rely on each other?
Why don't we have arms as legs? Wouldn't that be so much more useful?
Why are our legs longer and stronger than our arms?


Algebra!
Simplicity in numbers
And we are geometry students,
So we should spend a month and a half
Studying area!
Length times width
Or this times this
Ad half the class is failing!
Please comment :) a little less serious than my usual work.
Lydia Apr 2014
I'm very fond of your first impressions
And the way you embarrass me
I am very fond of your foot steps down the hallway
And stars in your eyes
I am very fond of your handwriting
And the quotes on the tip of your tounge
I am really quite fond of you.
Lydia Dec 2016
Caring not a weakness, but it may have been a mistake
And it is certainly not an advantage
I hoped that God would be forgiving because I made a mistake
You were a mistake
And God was a mistake under our tires
And I keep reciting that.
We didn't think,
You didn't think
And I keep telling myself that you didn't come for a fight
You were not dangerous when I met you
You were in the corner of my eye
But candles burn houses down when you forget to look
And I don't want to be your ashes anymore
You're like cigarettes without the drugs and twice the pain
I might be dying without you, but I was dying faster with you
And you text me on a Monday morning in case you hadn't cut deep enough the last time and you were right
I almost got away from you
I tried so hard to be a good person
None of what you did to me, on Monday or in the months before I left, was fair, or right, or even really human. I've made a life for myself and you are fundamentally not part of it. This one isn't even thinly veiled. I told you that I didn't want to hear from you, and you had no right to intrude and insult me for being hurt.
Lydia Jul 2017
She looked dangerous,
Standing there smiling over her shoulder
She had a word to herself
A word that ruined lives
Broke worlds, tore our castle down
But it could have been worth it
Sickeningly beautiful
I couldn't find it anywhere else
Only in her and her english
Relentless, she pursued this fantasy
She was getting herself killed but fireworks are stunning
I was stunned and stuck in my place
She was driving too fast and leaving without me
Just her smile left to haunt me from the mirrors of her car
Reckless.
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Lydia Jun 2014
Throw stones
In the house of mirrors
Shatter the image
I like the delusion of perfection
I don't have to be real
I know what I look like,
I don't need to see
I need to feel something other than fear
You are standing at the base of a mountain and unafraid
I stand at the base of a hill and tremor
I don't need to see my hair out of place
Or my tired eyes
I know that my clothes are wrinkled
I don't need a reflection to tell me so
I'm OK with who I am now,
And I can try again *tomorrow.
Please comment :) I like toying with the idea of mirrors.
Lydia Sep 2017
All the good girls don't want to be good anymore
They want to get undressed
They're stripping to their ******* and dancing to Take me to Church
Good girls getting high and eating carbohydrates
Good girls wondering what was so great about being good
About being skinny and sitting in the front of the class
Good girls shredding their 4.0 transcript and missing work for the first time
Good girls are ruining their best pair of shoes in the rain in the parking lot
All the good girls just traded in their carpools for motorcycles
They've burned their old textbooks
They're trading greek yogurt for whiskey
Good girls don't know what danger feels like
They don't understand near misses or almost endings
Icarus flew too close to the sun
But Icarus was a beautiful backlit silhouette before he dripped out of existence and drowned
All the good girls thought they were drowning,
Thought they could drink themselves out
Maybe their angel wings would melt in the neon lights and they would be human again
All the grit they put into class was supposed to hold them together
But they've decided it was just sand paper, tearing their skin off
They've swiped eyeshadow on their ******* and called it art

All the good girls woke up hungover for the first time in a stranger's bed
All the phone lines are jammed: they're calling their father's and their priests
They want to confess and apologize
They've thrown away all of the gifts they have been blessed with
Except one
She stopped believing in miracles
Something was different
Maybe it was the way she cut her hair
Or the tattoo she got on her ankle last night screaming courage out to her
But she'll kiss him one more time before she leaves and never see him again
She wants to stain his memories until she is nothing but a figment of his mind
She'll walk out to her car with just a tshirt over her *******, barefoot with heels in hand
She wants to drive him mad
Maybe it was the way she filled in her eyebrows
Or exactly the right amount of *****, but
Her mother was dead
And her father was a conservative who believed in closing the wage gap
She could be revolutionary
Please comment :)
Lydia Oct 2017
I was plunged into darnkess
It was windy when I walked to school this morning
Loud enough to hear
Strong enough that I wasn't wearing enough jackets
My friend hit me in the head yesterday
By accident of course, but
I haven't felt quite right since then
Maybe I needed time
Or a cup of hot tea
Or some sort of shelter out wind and drizzle that had kicked up
I finally understood the idea of dread
Like being pinned to the ground and screaming up at nothing
Like cold,
Like chills I couldn't possibly forget, my entire body moving, my blood a slow frozen river
Please comment :)
Lydia Mar 2015
You make me feel safe.
I can fall asleep when I'm talking to you because I feel like there is a reason to wake up
I feel like there's a chance I won't have nightmares.
No matter what you say it's a lullaby
So I am a little girl and you are my big brother,
My guardian,
The blanket that keeps me from shivering at night
You are like turning off the light that seeps under my door so that I can't see shadows,
You are like telling me you locked the door fifteen times so I don't have to
You are like checking for spiders and finding out there aren't any
Like shut blinds and soft-glowing green alarm clocks
You probably can't imagine how alone I am because I am completely terrible at needing people but I need you
I need the door locked fifteen times,
I need blankets and reassurance
And total darkness except for soft green glows
I need to know you'll be there if I wake up screaming because I already know that no one else will.
Please comment :)
Lydia Jun 2014
You
Are
The only exception
Rules
Were
Not made to be broken
And
Time
Was
Not meant to pass
Counting the seconds till
Death do us part
Dropping those seconds for the sake of yourself
Please comment :)
Lydia Sep 2014
I hang on every word you say so please say something.
Please comment :)
Lydia Jun 2016
Scars have to hurt for a little while first,
But their pain will fade
And so will their stories
And so will they.
Please comment :)
Lydia May 2017
And if you dissolved
If you somehow danced off into the atmosphere
If all you are now is stardust and broken promises
Please remember that I was one of them
No matter how scattered, I was part of you
Lydia Jan 2018
I treated my skin like a goddess
Legs shaved, hands moisturized,
Any spot of acne scrubbed away and covered over with pale sheets
But I hid from my spine, like a snake always a few inches behind me, waiting to strike
This skin there was a poorly applied veneer,
Exaggerating the flaws it was meant to hide
The snake is in constant motion, waving an S up the core of my being,
Displaying my instability
It's curved, like the ridges of the Grand Canyon
Only more unnatural,
Un beautiful,
More like a line you tried to draw straight
Only when it wavered just a little too much, you threw it away and started over
I cannot start over
My snake drags venom along its body, instead of drooling it into a bite
And he is always biting,
So the skin on my back has never been touched
Never been pampered, or savored.
There is no "positive message" to this one but it is not meant to be a downer by any means . Everyone has their own insecurities and challenges. I'm super tall so when I  was little I grew too fast and my body didn't quite compensate. I have problems with many other joints too but I'm actually a runner and a swimmer.  Please comment :)
Lydia Mar 2018
I fell in love with sand
Pretty little beads of silica and broken shells and crushed rock
A little pressure, a little heat, and it would be glass

Sand is not solid
Beaches slip in and out with lunar orbits
So love got washed away
Love was replaced with seaweed and less coast line

When I was a child, I looked for perfect, unbroken seashells
As I grew up, I looked for jagged edges, and dull finishes
You can't hold sand
Lydia Apr 2014
I feel as if I stand on shaking ground
I do not want to say "Good-bye" to you
You do not say good bye
When you run away from a ******
You violated me.
Not my body,
But my mind.
My mind which was my heaven
It was my sandy deserted beach
And my busy city street
Alone protects me,
Not you.
You scare me
And alone is all I have left
On this shaking ground,
I no longer stand.
I am on my knees for you.
I am screaming, but
You cannot hear me
Because you simply do not want to.
And you tell me to say "Good-bye"
As you open the door
But you do not say "Good-bye"
When you run away from a ******.
Please comment :) If you like this, please read "When They Told Me"
She
Lydia Mar 2017
She
She's holding the universe in two hands as if it were cotton or maybe clouds
It just doesn't make sense to humanize her
And all of these people, they're just white noise
Little bits of static she can't hear, not really
She's sunken deep into everything,
Falling in slow motion
She's hypnotic
Oblivion is like a computer screen that she can manipulate
She seems dazed, like the entire universe is dancing with me right now
All the collapsing stars are fairy lights for the prom she's just created
And suddenly, I learned what she meant by infinity
In that one second that lasted forever-
I saw every time she's ever smiled
It made every kind of sense to hold her forever
But I lost her finger tips
She slipped away under the riptides and I can't swim out that far
But I watched her smile as she sank
I could still hear her humming.
Please comment :)
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.
Lydia May 2014
You told me not to shut down
When you left
Because I'd push my friends away
Sometimes I dont want friends anymore
I want silence
And closed doors
A safe harbour
Other people's feelings cloud my judgement
I can think up wonders
But not when in hiding
Hiding from them
I like shutting down
Shutting down is quiet
Shutting down is safe
because they can't get in
Shutting down is what I do
When I can't think my way out of things
Because of all the noise
The noise
The noise of other people
Feeling
It's so
Loud.
Please comment :)
Lydia May 2014
That moment when the world is ending
Only it's not,
So relax
That moment when you're about to fall
But you're sitting
So you're not
That awful second when you're speaking
Really really fast
Because your brain is going that fast
But nobody's listening
So shut up.
Please comment :)
Lydia Jan 2018
When I left, I wasn't sure you were really gone
I couldn't understand how to disconnect
You weren't a lamp I could unplug
But you somehow felt like a switch I just turned off one day
I can't find the switch in the dark
Maybe I smashed the lightbulb or ripped out the wires
This hurts... like my knuckles have been bleeding
Like knowing you somehow continued, my heart didn't pump your blood
Everything we said about love crumbling out into the desert you've never seen
I don't know why, that's not a fair question
I clenched my teeth against the wind, because I can still feel you
No matter how long, or how far

I've read over the messages,
Looked at the pictures,
Cursed myself for believing in you
But we have to hold on to something, right? And whether that ledge is concrete or shale... it's something
You aren't a thread flowing through my life
You're a stain, ground in to one spot, and the colour is beautiful
But you don't belong there,
Simple as that.
My first published poem is going to be included in an anthology in March, and it's about him.
Please comment :)
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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