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Isabella Jul 2020
You once had a blossoming rosebush.
Lush with periwinkle peonies, baby blue baby's-breath, crimson carnations.
You plucked a flower for me, a rose so beautifully breathtaking which you compared to my own flawed features in the most poetic prose.
I graciously accepted your gorgeous gift, careful that my fingers wouldn't graze the thorns which adorned the deep green stem.
I held it close, embracing your token of affection with a pounding heart full of humbly hesitant adoration.
But I picked apart the pieces, I skeptically played with the pretty petals. I analyzed their cajoling strokes of coaxing color until the flower wilted warily.
And when I asked you for another, your face flushed and your truth trembled.
You led me to your rosebush, which was now an utterly dull disappointment.
For I saw then that you had wasted away all of the flowers on girls just like me, destroying the beauty which had once flourished in that tempting rosebush, and now you had no more love to give me.
Isabella Jul 2020
Your presence is awfully comforting
Yet you leave me with shivers
tickling my spine
And goosebumps
prickling my skin.
You feel so near, right next to me,
But when I reach out
You disappear.

Your figure is just a silhouette,
maybe blue, brown, perhaps green or even grey,
could the eyes be that captivate me from miles away.
You still seem so close.

I'm full of emotions that make no sense, not even on a blank page
Full of ink splotches
and salty blue blotches.
When I wish to tell you how I feel, I mumble
Until all at once my jumbled words fumble
and fall into a pile at your feet.
Which you blankly stare at, before walking away.

You'd think there would be a number of how many times a heart could shatter
over petty things
Before it would learn to hold itself together longer,
to be stronger,
or at least you'd think that it wouldn't hurt as much when it falls apart again.

I thought people said that love could make you feel alive.
But being in love has only been an ocean full of waves which have crashed over me far too many times,
Until all my color has faded,
Washing away the childhood spark that once gleamed in my eyes.
Until all that's left is a shell of the girl I used to be,
A smile still drawn
on my blue lips
that were still waiting for your ghostly kiss.

But nobody sees my efforts, you don't hear my cries
that I muffle with "it's okay" and other shallow lies.
I know you ignore me
when you say you adore me
And I know I implore you,
when it's my bad I fell for you.
I'll continue to pontificate
on a dreadfully pathetic page
until I surely suffocate
in the mound of poems I create
which are riddled with your name.

But it's my fault.
For I fell in love with a ghost. Like I always do.
And he left me behind, like they always seem to.
not my best work. but a haunted mind isn't exactly the best circumstance to be writing in :P
Isabella May 2020
Lately I thought
The more I forced
A tug on my lips,
A glint in my eyes,
A light in my face
Like the flicker of flames
As they dance in the fire,
The easier it would be,
The more natural it would feel,
And maybe even some day
My mind would recall
How it felt to smile
And I would be able to
Do it for real.
Isabella May 2020
I heard your name in the whispers of the waves
I heard you call in the whistles of the wind
So I ran through the water into your arms
I threw myself into your cold embrace
I watched your face as you kissed my lips
And pulled me into the water’s bed
Isabella May 2020
Her broken heart and broken wings were all her clouded eyes could see.
She waited for the fog to clear, seeing a world made blurry from her tears.
Fading like a loveless kiss, fond memories resurfaced of joy and bliss.
Then waves pulled her into the raging sea, and all she was left with were two broken wings.
Isabella Mar 2020
Sea
Words so empty they're spilling out.
Foggy like the stormy clouds.
Heart a sure test of torture.
Constant like waves on a shore.
Isabella Mar 2020
Colors swirling, whirling, 'til
They stop all movement, frozen, still
But watch the shades mix into grey
Until all life just... fades away
Isabella Mar 2020
Once she was a blank canvas, ready to be taught.
But when she stepped outside, in the storm she was caught.
She signed up for the battle, and in the war she fought.
She wanted to have happiness, and love is what she sought. 

So she sacrificed her innocence to see the bright blue sky.
But instead she found a raging storm, just outside.
The storm took her, became her... and promised she wouldn't die.
So she trusted it, only to see... It was all a lie.

And people started painting themselves upon her skin.
So she adopted all their evil ways. Soaked them in.
Then she became a new girl, full of fateful sins.
Although, in her mind, the storm blew over... And her group did win.

But what happened to honesty, integrity, and truth?
Where was her real self? The memories were few.
Instead she lived a false life that others for her drew.
She forgot living inside, she just did what others do.

Her past was all forgotten.
Her love, in fact, did die.
That awful storm she was caught in,
Left her a perfect painting of lies.
Isabella Mar 2020
In your eyes I see the evergreens,
Growing tall with pride.
Casting shadows on the forest bed,
Letting timid creatures hide.

In your eyes I see the evergreens,
Growing strong and wide.
Reaching for the sun,
But only touching the sky.

In your eyes I see the evergreens,
Brave and tough and pure.
You'll grow as high as evergreens,
That, my dear, I'm sure.
Isabella Mar 2020
Water trickles down the stones in streams.
A girl lies dead, her body cold and weak.
Shallow wells are deeper than they seem.
They drown the ones you never thought would sink.
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