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Addi Anderson Nov 2018
Stop telling me
How
Beautiful
I am  
Stop saying that
I’m such a
Funny girl.
Beautiful girls
Don’t stand alone
At parties
Or spend Friday
Nights alone
In their room.
Funny girls don’t
Lock themselves
Away
To
      
      C
         R
             Y
Because tears
Are words
I can’t
Say out loud
Not yet

It’s
Funny how
Memories slip
Out of
Your eyes
Like that.

And my biggest
F E A R
Is that eventually
You will
See me
The way
I see
Myself.
My question is
How do you
Run from something
Inside your head?

I’ve lost my
mind
It’s not mine
It’s theirs

See everyone has a
Chapter ind their life
They don’t read out loud

Mine is a tear-stained book,
That I can’t read,
And I don’t want to be the author
megan Nov 2018
i'm fragile,
you're cruel,
when i started to unravel
you labelled me minuscule.
Bei Aguilar Nov 2018
I believe that there is no such thing as fragile heart.
I realized that it is always on the mind.
On our minds.

Our brains process all the things we see and hear.
We tend to overthink
And collect insecurities
From the people we look up to.

It is not my heart that is fragile,
It is my mind.
random thoughts
ashley lingy Nov 2018
I hold my love for you
like the frail egg of a blue jay,
and I beg my shaking fingers to hang on.
There is a thumping beat within
threatening to break free from
thin shell.
I gently cup this in my palm
and I dream of the day it can beat alongside your thundering heart,
a thought to
soothe
my
worries
and
feed
a

steady

slow


pulse.
Brittany Hall Nov 2018
I'm just a lamp.
You're just a bulb.
I give you power.
You give me light.
I stand tall and strong, waiting to be used.
You roll around, fragile, easily breakable.
Together we ignite something beautiful, that makes the world a little brighter.
It's nothing magic, just how we were wired.
One day I will fall, my intricate shade will crack.
My solid base absorbs the shock, so you remain intact.
Turned loose from me, you're ******* back into the old lamp from the closet.
Amazing, it still lights up, covered in dust and cobwebs.
A little warmer, yet a little more dim.
The only problem now, is that lingering scent, of burning dust and cobwebs.
You used me, but I understand.
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