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you say your hands are cold,that you forgot your gloves i look down at my hands i take my only pair off and give them to you i feel the cold air on my bare hands i tell myself its not too bad and you'll give them back if i need them hours go by you still have my gloves the muscles in my fingers become ridged from the cold but i love to see you warm so i don't ask for them back another hour goes by you still have my gloves i cant feel or move my fingers now the tips are starting to burn... i know this is the start of frost bite but i don't want to take the warmth from you so i wait a little longer to ask you for them back i finally gather the courage to approach you ... under my breath, i ask if i can borrow them for a bit? just to get the blood back in my veins? you stare at me for what seems like forever...then you start to laugh you say: i'm fine you say: i don't really need them you say: i'm dramatic i say, i feel numb i say: i just need them for a little bit you say: i'm selfish you say: i don't love you....that i want you to be cold like i am you say: i'm a coward and say that instead of asking you i should just learn to deal with it i stood there not knowing what to say ... maybe you right? so i decide to bare it , i bare it while my hands start to sting i watch you with our friends as i sit on the side-lines the love i have for you is the only warmth left in my body i look down and my hands are turning blue now i cant let me do this to myself i realize i need to find help ...but that means i have to leave you i never want to leave you but you refuse to go with after much consideration, i do what is best for no one else but me i leave.. i leave while you still hold a bit of me leaving was one of the hardest decisions i have ever made
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Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 9:28 PM UTC
Gloves
you say your hands are cold,that you forgot your gloves i look down at my hands i take my only pair off and give them to you i feel the cold air on my bare hands i tell myself its not too bad and you'll give them back if i need them hours go by you still have my gloves the muscles in my fingers become ridged from the cold but i love to see you warm so i don't ask for them back another hour goes by you still have my gloves i cant feel or move my fingers now the tips are starting to burn... i know this is the start of frost bite but i don't want to take the warmth from you so i wait a little longer to ask you for them back i finally gather the courage to approach you ... under my breath, i ask if i can borrow them for a bit? just to get the blood back in my veins? you stare at me for what seems like forever...then you start to laugh you say: i'm fine you say: i don't really need them you say: i'm dramatic i say, i feel numb i say: i just need them for a little bit you say: i'm selfish you say: i don't love you....that i want you to be cold like i am you say: i'm a coward and say that instead of asking you i should just learn to deal with it i stood there not knowing what to say ... maybe you right? so i decide to bare it , i bare it while my hands start to sting i watch you with our friends as i sit on the side-lines the love i have for you is the only warmth left in my body i look down and my hands are turning blue now i cant let me do this to myself i realize i need to find help ...but that means i have to leave you i never want to leave you but you refuse to go with after much consideration, i do what is best for no one else but me i leave.. i leave while you still hold a bit of me leaving was one of the hardest decisions i have ever made
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The name of the poem (s0 called): Kid with a borderline personality disorder needs some help or “bye bye” then Sometimes it’s hard to be me Feels like I lose my identity And I’m fighting with my own self Sometimes to death And it seems like eternity I say I mean it, indeed This is a real struggle of me and me and Not many people seem to understand When I say Sometimes I’m straight Sometimes I’m gay Grandma says what she’s supposed to say “I never heard someone say When I was at your age” But honestly I’ve never been engaged At times I feel I need to be fixed My papa’s sure I need some kicks On my *** No more no less… Talks to my dearest mom lead To “You need to find a job, kid” “Boy, what’s wrong with this This is simply how the life is” Sometimes I feel like I am someone else Start making up, painting my nails Sometimes I feel like I am a complete mess Look up at the ceiling, lying on a bare mattress Crying my eyes out Longing the whole world to be dead Shout out loud All of my hatred And then again: A rollercoaster of my mood gets down I ask myself who I am The answer comes and makes me frown In this big world I’m on my own… On my own All alone
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Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 2:58 PM UTC
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Mother, in your hazel eyes I can see the rainbow the trees flowering the grass getting greener rising to the bluest sky. Mother, in your smile I see sadness and your forehead is full of wrinkles, in the space between your eyes I can see the worry, Mother, your heart is a firefly in my night when I close my eyes you guide me, your hand so warm, I need it to hold mine when it's cold in my mind. Mother, you're so far and I can't tell you that I'm hurting I'm dying inside and I can't show you Mother, you're so wise, please, tell me why is it autumn again if it's only May? I see tulips so beautifully painting the sight and yet in my heart the last leaf has fallen. Mother, oh Mother, tell me when I will fall to the ground will they step on me or will they pick me up and keep me between the pages of their hearts? Mother, I'm just a leaf and you don't know that my autumn has come to bury me again. I am falling, the dirt is covering me whole, your hand is so far I'm reaching but there's only the wind tearing me apart. *Mother, it's autumn again and you can't see me falling.*
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 7:19 AM UTC
Mother, it's autumn again