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can they see it
written in my Eyes
Scrawled across my Forehead
In Bold Flashing Letters
ALONE ALONE
ALONE ALONE
Is my loneliness
So blatant on my
Sullen face that
Any passerby who
Happens to glance
At my sunken
Cheeks and bloodshot
Eyes they will see
My empty soul &
Brain brimming with raging
Words screaming to
Get Out
My closed mouth
Shrieking HELP
At anyone who will
Listen and a pleading
Heart that’s never loved
Nor felt its warmth
Hoping with each of its jagged
Fragments that someone
Anyone
Will notice the
Storm raging behind coffee eyes that see
Parents & infant giggle
While devouring mint ice cream
During a record breaking heat wave
But no one does
So here I stand sit walk
Conjuring a practiced smile with
Every hello that does nothing to
Drown out the screaming
In my head
i wrote this awhile ago
digest with a grain of salt
دema 8h
I can't focus,
and I cant feel sorry,
yet all I focus on is being sorry for not being able to focus on feeling sorry when I don't focus and not being even sorry about it..
i can feel it, darling
shit
my heart wants you
there's no stopping now
i only fall from here
i got my hopes up again
i'm sorry for thinking we were more than friends
To all the women I've  ever called pretty,
before strong or intelligent,
I am sorry.

I am sorry I made it sound as though
something as simple as what you're born with
is the only thing you could be proud of
when you have crushed the sky.

I will, from now, call you resilient, or extraordinary.
Not because you are not pretty,
but because you are so much more than that.


~Rupi Kaur
Heres to strong women.
May we know them.
May we be them.
May we raise them
only the pretty girls can break the rules
they are the only ones who can protest against the dress code
"no spaghetti straps, no tank tops, no short dresses or skirts"
but they still do it
if you don't have a nice body, forget trying to do the same
only girls with the sexy bodies can do this
it gives people a show
if you are considered to not have a nice body,
you will be the one to get yelled at
while a girl ten feet away
has a dress so short, it's amazing you can't see anything private
now, supposedly, i have a nice body
because the things i'm wearing are against dress code
and no one has said anything yet
spaghetti strap, belly button showing, bra strap showing
do they just not care,
or am i considered one of the lucky ones?
am i the one with the nice body?
or does no one really give a shit anymore?
here, at this school, it's most likely the first one
it's just the way society is
i'm sorry
this is just the way it is
this is just the way high school is
good luck
If I don't make it the next month,
I want you to know that it never was your fault.

If I don't make it on your birthday,
I want you to know that I wish you the best.

If I don't make it on our anniversary,
I want you to know that you are now free to choose someone else.

If I don't make it on Christmas,
I want you to know that you can celebrate and be merry.

If I don't make it on New Year,
I want you to know that you should start fresh.

If I don't make it tomorrow,
I want you to know that I love you.
I am slowly losing hope.
I know you are mad And feeling betrayed
Might even be sad Or feeling afraid.
I have no excuse For what I have done
Your trust I did lose Wish could be undone
Mistakes i did make Regrets i have much
Now i lay awake For all my dumb stuff
You wrote me a poem And said things were fine
Now i feel alone Sitting here crying
I Patiently wait Its all i can do
Pray it's not too late Hope to hear from you
I've broken your trust And lost your faith to
Regain it i must I really miss you
I know you are mad You're feeling betrayed
Might even be sad And feeling afraid
There is no excuse For what I have done
The faith I did lose Wish could be undone
Written after a friend had ghosted me as a way to appologize.
I just want to cover every last
Bit of me
In tattoos and for
My depression to just go
Away
So that I
Can write poems
Again
And for fucks sake
Maybe eat
Something

But not today
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