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Sierra Scanlan Nov 2014
Come back to my room
and let you undress me
What happened to
dates and small talk
Now its all
undress me undress me
None of us got a clue why our
generation
seems to lack the skill of
commitment
but somehow hooks up
like its not a
problem
Sierra Scanlan Nov 2014
I had faith in you
I really did
I thought it'd be different
this time around
I'd thought maybe you'd
grown up
and got your life
together
I should've known that I would be wrong about
that one
Youi'd always be the same boy
the same boy that
left
and hurt me
and broke me down
Sierra Scanlan Nov 2014
All I ever wanted was for you to
love me
I blamed myself
and wondered why the hell I wasn't
enough
I now realize that it was never
my fault
You were just so incapable of loving anyone other than
yourself
Sierra Scanlan Nov 2014
The cancer
it filled you and made a home
and I wanted nothing more than for someone or something
to save you
It hurt seeing you get
more and more skinnier
You weren't you anymore
you were a skeleton
and at the age of twelve
I really didn't understand death
or the pain that comes with a loss
The should'ves would'ves and could'ves still
haunt my mind
but the worst part is that you don't know when
that day comes
when you're supposed to get in that last goodbye
I don't have a good enough memory to remember
the last moment I shared with you
but I'm sorry for not sharing enough
You weren't perfect
you yelled and sometimes got too angry
but just know that you're forgiven for your wrongs
I loved you at twelve, I love you now at nineteen
and sometimes I can still feel how empty it can be
without you
even after all this time
but I embrace the pain
because you're at least deserving of
that
Sierra Scanlan Nov 2014
Life is nothing but a string of
intertwined moments
once something happens
they're all set off
do you ever get to thinking about the "what ifs" of life?
everything would all be so different
if you hadn't met the person that changed everything
the one that showed you that the world
isn't
entirely cold
what would life be like if you did give up on yourself
that night
you decided to give in to the voices in your head
believe them
you wouldn't be standing tall like you are right now
the thing is we're eighteen years old
and this moment is ours
we've experienced so much life
but then again there's so much life
ahead  of us
so many things to experience
rivers to step through
and intertwined moments
waiting for us to mess with
their formation
Sierra Scanlan Nov 2014
Falling in love is a lot
like the vicious storms
we fear so much
You hear about what happens
how it feels
and you try to prepare yourself
but you're never quite ready
for what's to come
it comes slowly
little by little you see it unravel
and then before you know it
it devours you whole
You swear you see it coming
but the truth is you never really do
and that's the terrifying part
It's everything you've wanted to feel in life
but would never dare to mention
You feel alive
so alive like you're on the top of a mountain
You feel scared out of your mind
so scared like you're facing your worst fears
You feel brand new
so new like someone took your soul and wiped it clean
You just want to shout
and tell the world
about this new feeling
bursting out of your chest
Sierra Scanlan Nov 2014
To feel
for everything and everyone
is a curse
but also somehow
a blessing in disguise
I somehow am connected
to the entire world
simply through emotion
There are people in this world who don't seem to
care
enough
but then there's me
that cares enough for myself
and every single person that does
not
care
Some may call me
naive
overwhelming
or foolish
but I just can't walk through
life
stepping on feet
I have to be the one that lends
a hand
Wiser decisions have been made
putting others before myself is not one I'm proud of
I deserve  to show myself
more compassion
I just can't help what I see in others
that I don't see in
myself
something that's worth it
It's part of having a mind
that ultimately cares too much about everyone else
but not enough about itself

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