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Anonymous Feb 6
You've said it before,
you don't like what you see
in the reflection of my eyes.
Maybe if I'd gauged them out,
you wouldn't be afraid to look inside.
Anonymous Feb 6
When I looked into your eyes,
I didn't see myself,
I saw flowers.
And then you looked into mine
and saw only flaws.
Anonymous Feb 6
I envy the rain,
for it can touch your pretty face,
trace your lips,
and rest upon your skin
ever so gently,
while I was never allowed
to touch you
as intimately as it does.
Anonymous Feb 6
Wet
You never cared,
never tried,
you left me drowning
every time I cried.
Maybe, my tears
were all you could get,
the only way for you
to make me wet.
Anonymous Feb 5
I wanted you to take me out on a date,
but you said you're too busy,
romanticizing your sadness.
I guess you need that sorrow
to write your music,
just like I needed my heart broken
by you
to write my poetry.
Copy/paste from the Notes app on my phone.
Anonymous Feb 5
You say you've moved on,
but she has my face,
my hair,
and my snorty laughter.

When I first saw her,
just for a moment,
I thought that she was my long lost twin
and that you found her
just to bring her back to me.
Copy/paste from the Notes app on my phone.
Anonymous Feb 5
I was only fourteen,
and you were the first boy
to ever compliment me.
Then I blinked,
and suddenly, I was twenty-four,
and you were the last man
to break my heart.
It has always been about you.
Anonymous Feb 5
I should have
punched you
the first time I saw you.
A broken hand
would have been better
than a broken heart.
Copy/paste from the Notes app on my phone.
Haley Harrison Dec 2024
I'm made of cobwebs, shaded grays,
echos faded by the murky streetlight;
Festive blobs signal the holidays -
and ricochet off me into the night.
.
A thick, dull fog 'tween me and them,
a brick wall no one can see;
seamless weights in my hem,
and dust inside what used to be me.
.
And then there's you, a year away,
waisted tears, and prayers null;
an end thought for each void day,
a whisper-scratch in my old hull.
.
The words avoid me, skittish things,
like birds that flutter fragile wings;
the right ones are only fledglings,
too young for new beginnings.
.
And I wish that I could care for cold,
worn out flat 'tween mortar and pestle,
a forlorn growth ring in a tree of old,
trapped inside a rotting vessel.
.
.
17.12.2024.
(for G. And for me, I guess)
her Dec 2024
Once upon a time there was a little girl
a girl who was smiling and laughing
being a happy little girl
but then she lost the most important woman in her life
she lost a piece of her heart
she wasn't smiling anymore nor laughing
she started being by herself


she grew up
lonely and sad
carving her skin
starving herself
crying at night
missing her mother

Then she met him
he said he could heal her but instead he ripped her heart out of her chest
leaving her alone to die

she had lost everything
and to this day
she sits by her window
and wishes that she could jump and feel how the wind hugs her and holds her tight for a second
and then she could be in peace
and no one remembering her or missing her

thats the story of a girl who lost everything
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