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Georgia Jan 2019
To live without love
Is a rather daunting prospect
To live constantly with the candle held next to the flame
Waiting for it to ignite
Still Nothing

The wick lives its life unlit
Oblivious to what it feels like
It watches the other flames
As they dance with the wind
So easily movement comes to them.

Each time a spark appears
It's hope presses it out
It runs away from the fire
And yet yearns for it when it's gone

The heat burns through it's centre
But the wick is numb to the sensation
Unable to let it in, the flame disperses

It sits there. Alone and unlit.
Until eventually even the wick disintegrates.
Collapsing in on itself.
It never knew the taste of fire
Blake Oct 2018
I am me
"I accept you"
Who is me though?
"You're you"
I think that I might be gay
"That's ok I accept you"
I don't know who I-
"Just don't tell your dad"
But I-
"And don't be too open about it"
I don't think I like who I am
"Don't say that"
I feel repressed
"Stop looking for attention"
I don't think gay is the right term for me
"whatever just don't be in everyone's face about it"
I have a girlfriend now
"just make sure you two aren't obvious in public"
I want to die sometimes
"if you don't accept help now they won't fix you enough and eventually no one will help you"
I-
"You're fine"
I am me
But I don't know who that is
Oh yeah. I forgot I saved this as a draft. But yeah. This gives you a teeny tiny idea of how it feels trying to communicate with my mother.
arowana Sep 2018
I’m sorry I can’t
feel that way
about you

I wish that you didn’t
feel that way
about me
15 y.o. me knew what was up
Tamara Walker Sep 2018
Ridiculous thoughts
Of
Warm embraces

Futile hopes
Watching others
Find love

Enough with questions
I Refuse
To answer

I don’t give heart
The
Same way
I challenged myself to make a poem with only few words that would  be indirect but straight to the point. This is about how I never had a desire and never felt the need to love anybody.
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