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Rafael Torres Sep 2018
Nameless,
I've named this,
For who knows the contents could be,
Reminded I am,
Of gravestones left unmarked,
Once were,
But today not a name to be seen...
When I gaze upon these,
I still send my respects,
I have not a clue,
As to resting is who,
Send love from my chest,
Move to the next,
Nothing is more I could do...
I guess for a second,
All I can rekon,
Is to imagine the being below,
Of their life's journey,
Those they've effected,
I only guess,
But never could know...
I hope they have felt,
My intents of respects,
And know they are not forgotten,
In fact I do say,
Right here today,
I do not even know my own place,
In this here world,
For which we are thrown,
My meaning,
Still yet,
Unknown...
So I visit as a friend,
A simple kind gesture,
A gift of my salutations,
You lay there,
As I stand afoot,
A quick connection of Nations...
I do hope it was felt,
That I so alone,
Considered a guest,
Of your home...
The Cemetery.
Written 08/04/2018. 11:08PM. Speaking on the graves I visit, which I see have been vandalised, defiled, defaced, or damaged...
Özcan Sh Sep 2018
The heart that you know
Was a light source for you
It lighted up your way
Protected you from wild animals
And let you feel safe by his light
Even you Damaged his heart
He never let you in the dark.
Rose Aug 2018
There is a flaw so big
that nothing dares to
approach.
An aching gap within
this soul.
I’m damaged goods;
who would want the
dented can at the store?
Theres rips and tears
upon my heart and mind.
You cannot walk to
me, for i’ve put
spikes to protect myself.
You cannot fly to
me, for the air you breath
is poisoned.
I’ve surrounded myself
on my own island.
Ashamed at what
others took from me.
Embarrassed that i’ve
been abused in the
worst way.
This secret is one we
hold close, “for who
could learn to love me?”
No.
Thats not what i
ask. I ask; how can i
ever let someone
love me?
a real hard truth i've had to really took at about myself, things done to me are not my guilt, i should not be ashamed of them. to anyone who has felt the same way- know your worth.
Annie Aug 2018
Red
So I turned my body
into a bleeding canvas.

I painted myself red.

I drew pretty rivers,
on my arms,
mountains and hills,
on my stomach,
and forest fire,
on my thighs.

Everything poured,
out of me,
until, I turned to nothing,
until, I faded into the dark.
Yusof Asnan Aug 2018
You can't begin
to imagine
the feeling
of cultivating
the love
and trust
of the
damaged.

-HIY
She Writes Aug 2018
I hide pieces of myself
Wrapped up in a bow
Anything so you can’t see
The broken me underneath

My sender forgot to mark me
Handle with care
I’ve been damaged
Lost in transit

When I finally arrive
At your feet
I hope you  can look past the cracks
And cherish my pieces
If a lover is what you need
Then a stranger I'll be
Love has made my heart bleed
One too many times to be set free
Now it is decreed
My heart stays with me

Promises deceive us
We confuse love with lust
Comfort for trust
While true love gets lost
We think it's what we want most
Then when it breaks we pay the cost

We are all strangers to love
We don't know her anymore
Her patience, endurance and forgiveness
We confuse with weakness
We want to force her into our relationships
While she can't be so tightly gripped

But we don't know that
Because we don't take the time
To get to know her
Instead we make up fantasies
Of what we want her to be
Of what we think Love should be

So if a lover is what you need
Then a stranger I'll be
Because you are a stranger to love
And falling for the wrong thing
Has left me too damaged
To risk it again
x Jul 2018
you are everything
you are everything good
and sweet
you are everything i deserved
but not anymore.
i am not what you deserve
you deserve more
than a damaged girl
that can’t quite
get over
a boy that has tried
to destroy her
Tøast Jul 2018
Well, I lost myself in your bedsheets
but I beat myself up when I ran away.
you know that I adore you,
but I've never loved myself.

So how could a daisy ever survive a hurricane?
this storm in my mind is too much,
an unstable anomaly.
sweeping away happiness and leaving a scar across the landscape.

Well, I'm too unstable to ever be any good for you,
so please just find someone that has a paradise in their mind,
leave me in this dust land I live in,
dry mouth and burning lungs,
but my heart will always fly with the birds.
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