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 Mar 2017 summer
elizabeth
My anger comes
In the form of tears.
I control myself
But the tremors take over.

My anger comes
In the form of silence.
I control myself
But my thoughts run wild.

My anger comes
In the form of weakness.
I control myself
But they don't know that.

My anger comes
In the form of control.
Because I know
The havoc I could wreak.
March 2, 2017.
Lately I've just been very angry. I think it's mostly stress but I believe it's also built-up resentment against those around me.
 Feb 2017 summer
Pretty girl
there's this mask
Slap a smile on like it's lip stick
Say everything is grand
I like the way the waves meet the sand
Too quickly and then it pulls back
Like me in relationships
Like my mouth has a dance 
Says things in steps and likes holding hands 
My tongue misses beats and im back on the beach with my head in the **** of the sea
Smoke up bubbles and pretend im pretty 
Good thing ***** can't breathe 
They'd smell my ugly and abandon me
Shells i wear even in the heat
Goodnight moon
Forever asleep 
My secrets are padded which makes me comfy
Never have been
 Feb 2017 summer
Bailey
BREAK
 Feb 2017 summer
Bailey
e                 m                 p                 t                 y
yet so full of sadness and yearning
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it hurts
 Feb 2017 summer
Pretty girl
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Walking when the sky is at its darkest and the moon is reflecting everything i saw in you off of shiney objects makes me want to live in an ocean where giant luna pearls sleep for eternity. There is goodness within shadows... and there are shadows within you.  I think I need a new dictionary. I can't say the things im thinking. They are so small and insignificant compared to your beauty. Your thoughts are... something so precious. I'd like to see snowflakes melt on your lashes and dance down your cheeks. Im trying to understand what it all means. i want to sit so still and silent i can hear my own heartbeat and really I don't think i ever will.. because I'll always breathe and you can't be a statue when you're blinking. You ears can't focus when your breath is taken away. Steal my lungs and I will never learn. I'd very much like to trace the veins that twist and turn creating art along your arms.  Give your cuts butterfly kisses although i know it doesnt make things better. While you torture a fallen angel i cant help but think.. "Why him?" If i fall asleep id still not be able to reach my dreams. They're untouchable like the stone i keep behind the cage we call ribs. I hope you never see this...
I see him everyday but i miss him... something. There's something that's not there and I crave it. One day...
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