#displeased - Hello Poetry

I saved you form his claws. I helped you with your flaws. Provided you assistance, Gave you resistance... I catch you when you fall... I hoped you would answer my call... You left me down the pit, Refused to give me a hand, Nor to stay for a bit... Instead, you went to the higher land. Time has passed, You come back to just look at me Then leave again for each day that pass I chose to do something for me... I saved myself even my hands bleed. Because you didn't hear my bid. Now you come back to me and plead for my aid... But I insisted for I am not your maid.

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Jun 4, 2019

Jun 4, 2019 at 1:36 PM UTC

Kyohi_Hana

Displeasure

I saved you form his claws. I helped you with your flaws. Provided you assistance, Gave you resistance... I catch you when you fall... I hoped you would answer my call... You left me down the pit, Refused to give me a hand, Nor to stay for a bit... Instead, you went to the higher land. Time has passed, You come back to just look at me Then leave again for each day that pass I chose to do something for me... I saved myself even my hands bleed. Because you didn't hear my bid. Now you come back to me and plead for my aid... But I insisted for I am not your maid.

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WHAT the heck is going on with you, not able to make use of yourself of others, just totally hollow, you are off your rocker, not even knowing what to do with YOURSELF, that's foolish! So? What do you want to do now? To get angry with yourself, to swallow down, to kick into the air, the usual stuff? Somehow despicable, don't you think? Ridiculous, by no means at all as you want to be, right? You know what? Its up to YOU! Exactly.... a bit slow on the uptake?

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Jan 19, 2018

Jan 19, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC

WordsOnly

Telling me off

WHAT the heck is going on with you, not able to make use of yourself of others, just totally hollow, you are off your rocker, not even knowing what to do with YOURSELF, that's foolish! So? What do you want to do now? To get angry with yourself, to swallow down, to kick into the air, the usual stuff? Somehow despicable, don't you think? Ridiculous, by no means at all as you want to be, right? You know what? Its up to YOU! Exactly.... a bit slow on the uptake?

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I am often told that I am lovely. Yet, whenever I take a look at myself in the mirror, I only see the blemishes and dark spots on my face, the deep dark circles under my eyes, the thick and unruly hair and pale lips. I would touch my skin while I watch myself in the mirror. I would let my fingers linger on my arms down to my hands and feel that my rough palms are not meant to hold anyone’s hands. Because in the first place, who would? Then, I would stare at the green veins crawling like roots at the back of my hand, feeling a little displeased. I would dare not to show my teeth while I laugh and would always keep it hidden behind a silver wire. Who would even dare kiss those lips and its cracks where tears sink through, because isn’t it a little salty for someone to taste such lips? And who even want salty when the sweetness of sugar is yearned? Staring at the mirror I would watch myself sip through a glass of sweet red wine. And who would want to taste an intoxicated being, when sweetness only masks the bitterness of wine? Honestly, I think we can all agree that beauty goes way more than skin deep. Yet, I only want myself naked when it’s dark. Without the lights. When it’s dark.

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Apr 14, 2017

Apr 14, 2017 at 3:22 AM UTC

claeciello

Skin Deep

I am often told that I am lovely. Yet, whenever I take a look at myself in the mirror, I only see the blemishes and dark spots on my face, the deep dark circles under my eyes, the thick and unruly hair and pale lips. I would touch my skin while I watch myself in the mirror. I would let my fingers linger on my arms down to my hands and feel that my rough palms are not meant to hold anyone’s hands. Because in the first place, who would? Then, I would stare at the green veins crawling like roots at the back of my hand, feeling a little displeased. I would dare not to show my teeth while I laugh and would always keep it hidden behind a silver wire. Who would even dare kiss those lips and its cracks where tears sink through, because isn’t it a little salty for someone to taste such lips? And who even want salty when the sweetness of sugar is yearned? Staring at the mirror I would watch myself sip through a glass of sweet red wine. And who would want to taste an intoxicated being, when sweetness only masks the bitterness of wine? Honestly, I think we can all agree that beauty goes way more than skin deep. Yet, I only want myself naked when it’s dark. Without the lights. When it’s dark.

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