#fillmeup - Hello Poetry

they say the older you get, the easier it becomes for you to hold on but when i look into their eyes, i see a different story it only seems to become harder for them their eyes tell me what their mouths never will “help.” their asking, begging, i know it why else would she spend an entire paycheck filling her body to the brim with every kind of toxic drug she can get her hands on and why else would he even attempt to justify the two little pale pills he just dropped in her drink why else would they look at me with sorrow filled eyes and with regret emanating from their skin if they didn't want, need help they are asking, begging for it maybe not with their mouths but with their eyes their actions and i was begging for it too why else would i write this? “help.”

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Jan 21, 2018

Jan 21, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC

mauveluv

hold on

they say the older you get, the easier it becomes for you to hold on but when i look into their eyes, i see a different story it only seems to become harder for them their eyes tell me what their mouths never will “help.” their asking, begging, i know it why else would she spend an entire paycheck filling her body to the brim with every kind of toxic drug she can get her hands on and why else would he even attempt to justify the two little pale pills he just dropped in her drink why else would they look at me with sorrow filled eyes and with regret emanating from their skin if they didn't want, need help they are asking, begging for it maybe not with their mouths but with their eyes their actions and i was begging for it too why else would i write this? “help.”

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I'll be an empty canvas as long as you're the paint adding color to my madness. I'll be the midnight sky as long as you're the fireworks and it's the fourth of July. I'll be an empty stomach as long as you're the butterflies. I'll be the void If you'll be the cries. The ketchup to your fries. Can't you see? You fill me up so perfectly. Like you were made for me like you and I were meant to be. You are... **The feet to my socks The juice to my box The tic tok to my broken clocks**. You are... My reason being.

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Jun 2, 2016

Jun 2, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC

ellie-hughes

You're the Feet to my Socks

I'll be an empty canvas as long as you're the paint adding color to my madness. I'll be the midnight sky as long as you're the fireworks and it's the fourth of July. I'll be an empty stomach as long as you're the butterflies. I'll be the void If you'll be the cries. The ketchup to your fries. Can't you see? You fill me up so perfectly. Like you were made for me like you and I were meant to be. You are... **The feet to my socks The juice to my box The tic tok to my broken clocks**. You are... My reason being.

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I gave you my lips to borrow yet my heart you stole. Every time we kissed i felt it in my soul. I gave you my hand to hold, my arms to hug, my eyes to see. Sunddelny you were part of me. Like the bark on a tree, But i remain free. I cant control this urge inside of me, Yet why would i want to. Im where i want to be. Or so i thought... Love cant be bought You left me in the dirt and my heart took its toll, I cry inside my broken soul. Will i love again Will i live once more. Will i feel the feeling of open arms and an open door. Will my heart ever really soar. I know not but i wont give up. Theres many thieves among us, One will one day fill my cup Theres another who can steal me, Ill once again be where i want to be

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Jun 15, 2014

Jun 15, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC

anonymounFunction

love

I gave you my lips to borrow yet my heart you stole. Every time we kissed i felt it in my soul. I gave you my hand to hold, my arms to hug, my eyes to see. Sunddelny you were part of me. Like the bark on a tree, But i remain free. I cant control this urge inside of me, Yet why would i want to. Im where i want to be. Or so i thought... Love cant be bought You left me in the dirt and my heart took its toll, I cry inside my broken soul. Will i love again Will i live once more. Will i feel the feeling of open arms and an open door. Will my heart ever really soar. I know not but i wont give up. Theres many thieves among us, One will one day fill my cup Theres another who can steal me, Ill once again be where i want to be

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Love’s last taste drained from my every cell time to recharge the batteries It seems

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May 4, 2014

May 4, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC

april-dawn

Refill

Love’s last taste drained from my every cell time to recharge the batteries It seems

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