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May 2014 Stacie Lynn

My Bully

May 2014 Stacie Lynn

Vivian Sin

My Bully

She fed her own sick, twisted nature,
with the pain and grief of others,
Oh, how I pity her ever so poor mother,
for one just cannot teach herself hatred,
As a poet once cruelly, bluntly stated.
Her kindness slowly degraded,
As she was hated.
But, she was not to blame.
For she was once trapped in her own sick game.

To all the bullies out there...

#bully

May 2014 Stacie Lynn

Another poem for you

May 2014 Stacie Lynn

Meggghanq1

Another poem for you

You were** the smile at my phone
the reason my voice became a higher tone
you were the sugar in my tea

you were the reason i write poetry
to express my love, freely

Now i wince at every beep
and *my tea is no longer sweet.

May 2014 Stacie Lynn

i need to let go

May 2014 Stacie Lynn

Madisen Kuhn

i need to let go

sometimes i call your
number just for a recording
to tell me that it is
no longer i use; you’re
gone and i wish i had the
chance to speak to you
just one more time, but
i know that’s a wish i’ll
waste on shooting stars
for quite awhile

so, i’ll see you in songs and
movies that remind me of you;
old poems, the whispering
wind, and my aching heart

maybe i’ll see your face
on a crowded sidewalk
one day,

or maybe
i’ll never hear from you again

“one day”

i’m so hopeful for one day.

written on 2/10/14

May 2014 Stacie Lynn

from a november letter i never sent to a boy who broke my heart

May 2014 Stacie Lynn

Madisen Kuhn

from a november letter i never sent to a boy who broke my heart

I should’ve realized it
when you told me
that you didn’t know
if you were in love with me,
yet you had no problem
with saying
I love you
over and over
again.

May 2014 Stacie Lynn

maybe we get hurt just to heal

May 2014 Stacie Lynn

Madisen Kuhn

maybe we get hurt just to heal

I used to pray that I’d never be loved by
anyone I couldn’t love back,
but then I remembered how many mountains
I grew strong enough to climb when
you didn’t love me back
and I realized that
there’s no use in praying for
the absence of pain
because it will always find you
whether it be through sunburn or aching silence
and broken bones grow back stronger
so I won’t pray you’ll never get hurt
I’ll pray you clean out the cuts on your
elbows and learn to not pick at
the scabs on your knees
and that you’ll stand up more times
than the wind knocks you down
And that you’ll find ways to appreciate
the circles beneath your eyes, but
still hold onto the hope that one day
you will count your scars and smile because
you are proud of how far you’ve come
and how much you’ve grown, and
you’re not just surviving, you are alive.

written on 2/24/14

May 2014 Stacie Lynn

Untitled

May 2014 Stacie Lynn

Madisen Kuhn

Untitled

when i asked if he had any tattoos, he said
not yet. but if i do, it’ll be to do with God or you.

it has been
76 days
since he
scratched
out
my name
from
his heart
and moved
onto
you

it’ll be to do with God or you.

i wonder if that line gave you butterflies, too.

from drafts

May 2014 Stacie Lynn

limerence

May 2014 Stacie Lynn

Madisen Kuhn

limerence

i guess you only like girls who are broken
and want to be hurt, like your hands
around her neck, want
bruises and cuts
in the shape of a heart,
inhaling and choking on your affection
like she needs it to breathe

translucent skin stretched across
veins that pump nicotine and you
you, you, you, you, you

judgement clouded by hyper-dependent
infatuation and the need to heal her
hollowness, although you’ll only ever be
another teardrop on her pillowcase
while she hums herself to sleep
with midnight lies

“the loss of you would be the loss of my life”

and the saddest part
is that i almost let myself fall
back into becoming that
lifeless, empty girl
once more because i thought it might
make you love me again.

written on 3/22/14

May 2014 Stacie Lynn

I am

May 2014 Stacie Lynn

NitaAnn

I am

I am a high-maintenance client.
I am a sad scared little girl.
I am an angry rebellious teenager.
I am a self-reliant woman with above average intelligence.
I am sad and small.
I am overbearing and demanding.
I am questioning and untrusting.
I am sarcastic and amusing.
I am outgoing and reserved.
I am determined and strong but also fearful and weak.
I am honest but withholding.
I am compassionate and giving and yet also hard and cold.
I am stubborn and willful.
I hide behind the facade of a woman I want to be.
I feel nothing and too much at the same time.
I am the life of the party but never really present.
I am beautiful crystal on the outside but shards of broken glass on the inside.
I will endure a hurricane to take away someone else’s pain and turmoil
and yet I cannot seem to do the same for myself.*

I am the product of a man who wanted me in controlling and abusive ways.