#gilmoregirls - Hello Poetry

Here's to showing off about football Here's to thinking cautiously Here's to candy Here's to barely knowing the person who sits two seats away Here's to a sweet tooth that tests limits Here's to kitties and puppies Here's to slowing rejecting the seating chart Here's to a new chart that brings two seats together Here's to a mutual friend Here's to black and blonde hair Here's to math class Here's to learning Here's to growing Here's to October for reducing two seats away to one Here's to November for closing the gap Here's to weird animals Here's to a new group Here's to the boy who drops out Here's to getting to receiving his GED Here's to "I don't want to go homes" Here's to choir as well Here's to the weird science teacher who's room is claimed Here's to awkward conversations that keep life flowing Here's to boyfriends that lack approval Here's to moving to a new room Here's to arguments about Jess and Dean Here's to Rory and Lorelai Here's to that phone call at nine pm Here's to "He wants to take a break" Here's to "It's mutual" through heavy tears Here's to friends ready to comfort Here's to "He's trying to cheat on you" Here's to "I just broke up with you, that's what happened" Here's to feeling comfortable again Here's to pause buttons for God of War Here's to "He just broke up with me" Here's to "He's just doesn't feel the same way anymore" Here's to comfort and to "I hate him" Here's to wanting to better oneself Here's to falling short and crawling back Here's to first fights Here's to only lasting twenty minutes Here's to "He blocked me" Here's to "He's cheating on me" Here's to not needing him Here's to the past coming back to haunt you Here's to being stabbed by someone once called friend Here's to silence Here's to "She's so pretty" Here's to "I love you" Here's to "No more pining after lame guys" Here's to seeing that teacher at Goodwill Here's to days of brokenness Here's to hope Here's to the future Here's to sweet sixteens Here's to first cars Here's to reptiles in rainy weather attire Here's to sassitude Here's to sasstastic people Here's to near deaths Here's to survivals Here's to first sleepovers Here's to lunch at that cute Italian bistro nobody knows Here's to Philly cheesesteaks Here's to Thai tea Here's to "When can we do this again" Here's to nightmares about rejection Here's to dreams about perspective Here's to an undying friendship Here's to an eternity of trust Here's to many more days Here's to you And here's to me, Cheers, Your best friend

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Jul 6, 2016

Jul 6, 2016 at 1:23 PM UTC

hidingwithharley

To This I Toast My Glass

Here's to showing off about football Here's to thinking cautiously Here's to candy Here's to barely knowing the person who sits two seats away Here's to a sweet tooth that tests limits Here's to kitties and puppies Here's to slowing rejecting the seating chart Here's to a new chart that brings two seats together Here's to a mutual friend Here's to black and blonde hair Here's to math class Here's to learning Here's to growing Here's to October for reducing two seats away to one Here's to November for closing the gap Here's to weird animals Here's to a new group Here's to the boy who drops out Here's to getting to receiving his GED Here's to "I don't want to go homes" Here's to choir as well Here's to the weird science teacher who's room is claimed Here's to awkward conversations that keep life flowing Here's to boyfriends that lack approval Here's to moving to a new room Here's to arguments about Jess and Dean Here's to Rory and Lorelai Here's to that phone call at nine pm Here's to "He wants to take a break" Here's to "It's mutual" through heavy tears Here's to friends ready to comfort Here's to "He's trying to cheat on you" Here's to "I just broke up with you, that's what happened" Here's to feeling comfortable again Here's to pause buttons for God of War Here's to "He just broke up with me" Here's to "He's just doesn't feel the same way anymore" Here's to comfort and to "I hate him" Here's to wanting to better oneself Here's to falling short and crawling back Here's to first fights Here's to only lasting twenty minutes Here's to "He blocked me" Here's to "He's cheating on me" Here's to not needing him Here's to the past coming back to haunt you Here's to being stabbed by someone once called friend Here's to silence Here's to "She's so pretty" Here's to "I love you" Here's to "No more pining after lame guys" Here's to seeing that teacher at Goodwill Here's to days of brokenness Here's to hope Here's to the future Here's to sweet sixteens Here's to first cars Here's to reptiles in rainy weather attire Here's to sassitude Here's to sasstastic people Here's to near deaths Here's to survivals Here's to first sleepovers Here's to lunch at that cute Italian bistro nobody knows Here's to Philly cheesesteaks Here's to Thai tea Here's to "When can we do this again" Here's to nightmares about rejection Here's to dreams about perspective Here's to an undying friendship Here's to an eternity of trust Here's to many more days Here's to you And here's to me, Cheers, Your best friend

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i want to run away from here, i’m unwanted and viewed as eternal emptiness. i knew it in my heart that I should’ve never cared, Because the reason for our fall always ends here. For thinking you were the one, For once, I am wrong. Overthinking too much, I assume where we went lost. Took too long to reply, My heart is shriveled up and dead, and I can no longer move along. Just a look in your eyes, Brings memories to my mind, I love you so much. I wish that I could remove the flaws hidden behind us, A trail of unrequited love. From afar, I see that your footprints cross my heart, Too much to bear, I sit and stare at the clock. Too numb to feel something that felt so real, Maybe you weren’t the one to heal, You were just a temporary deal, Just like everyone else. I could’ve been yours, Our perspectives are too **** drawn, Can’t you see? We’re falling apart, pretending to be something we’re not. We’re nothing at all, I understand... I wish that we could’ve lasted forever, Instead, you abused the pact and treated me as whenever, Oh, I just wanted you all to myself. Reassurance and security, Both things that met when I was with you. Call me a selfish girl, A cruel fool, But my emotions will inevitably choose you. I will miss you my dear, But, you were the cause of our downfall. Running away from my problems again, goodbye my friend.

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Feb 16, 2019

Feb 16, 2019 at 12:42 PM UTC

mynarrative

La, la, la.

i want to run away from here, i’m unwanted and viewed as eternal emptiness. i knew it in my heart that I should’ve never cared, Because the reason for our fall always ends here. For thinking you were the one, For once, I am wrong. Overthinking too much, I assume where we went lost. Took too long to reply, My heart is shriveled up and dead, and I can no longer move along. Just a look in your eyes, Brings memories to my mind, I love you so much. I wish that I could remove the flaws hidden behind us, A trail of unrequited love. From afar, I see that your footprints cross my heart, Too much to bear, I sit and stare at the clock. Too numb to feel something that felt so real, Maybe you weren’t the one to heal, You were just a temporary deal, Just like everyone else. I could’ve been yours, Our perspectives are too **** drawn, Can’t you see? We’re falling apart, pretending to be something we’re not. We’re nothing at all, I understand... I wish that we could’ve lasted forever, Instead, you abused the pact and treated me as whenever, Oh, I just wanted you all to myself. Reassurance and security, Both things that met when I was with you. Call me a selfish girl, A cruel fool, But my emotions will inevitably choose you. I will miss you my dear, But, you were the cause of our downfall. Running away from my problems again, goodbye my friend.

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[ ] i am Diane Nguyen [ ] when the lights are off and the room's too quiet. [ ] when i start spiraling over nothing, [ ] but pretend i’m just tired. [ ] when i swallow the urge to say, “i’m not okay,” [ ] because i don’t want to ruin the vibe. [ ] i get her. [ ] she writes things she’ll never publish [ ] and calls it healing. [ ] me too. [ ] i am Flame Princess. [ ] masking my heat with forced politeness, [ ] but the fire kicks at the cracks in my voice. [ ] i was taught too young that my feelings were too much [ ] so i bottled them. [ ] and when the bottle breaks, [ ] i’m the villain. [ ] one day you’ll get it [ ] that’s never who i was. [ ] i’m just a girl who’s overstimulated, [ ] trying not to combust. [ ] trying to regulate in an unadjusted world. [ ] i am Kirk Gleason, [ ] Full of chaotic side character energy. [ ] i tell stories with weirdly specific details [ ] so no one notices i’m actually unraveling. [ ] being silly is easier than being seen. [ ] i make people laugh so noone ever stops to ask [ ] The dreaded "are you okay" [ ] I make people laugh because if they’re laughing, [ ] they’ll stay. [ ] I am Jake the Dog, [ ] soft and simple. [ ] i love hard and think deep. [ ] i hold onto weird metaphors [ ] about cups and pillow forts [ ] I tell myself not to get hung up on imaginary things [ ] because that’s how i understand the world. [ ] i just wanna chill, [ ] but my brain won’t always let me. [ ] yet still I try, cause to love life you need problems [ ] And i am determined to live to my to its fullest [ ] i am Ted Mosby, [ ] annoyingly romantic. [ ] the kind who falls in love in soft, slow ways [ ] not with only with grand gestures, but with quiet familiarity. [ ] The type to romanticise shared eyecontact and exchanged looks [ ] i write poems about people [ ] who don’t know they broke my heart. [ ] Though i still think love is worth the mess [ ] Even when i doubt myself i always know [ ] Loving someone is never a waste [ ] and i’m Periwinkle. [ ] the soft, sparkly part of me i locked in a box [ ] when life got loud. [ ] When life didn't understand I was only a child [ ] i still believe in her. [ ] i still believes she's there. [ ] The little kid, with not so little dreams [ ] she danced in the frost and thought the world was kind. [ ] she’s quiet now, [ ] Her sparkle not so bright [ ] but she’s not gone, just dimmed [ ] she still hides in old drawings and weird dreams like buried sea glass on a beach [ ] i’m not all these people all the time. [ ] but they live in me [ ] in the sighs i swallow, [ ] in the jokes i tell too loud, [ ] in the poems no one reads. [ ] i wear them like second hand hoodies, [ ] hoping one won’t smell too much like someone else. [ ] some days i throw them all on at once, [ ] just to feel something that fits. [ ] some days i stare at the pile [ ] and don’t even bother. [ ] i just want someone to notice [ ] without me having to ask. [ ] someone to say, [ ] “i see you , even the parts you hide.” [ ] until then, [ ] Ill keep hiding my true self, [ ] Untill I'm truly seen [ ] Piecing myself together with glitter glue and stubborn hope, [ ] soft rage and borrowed words. [ ] and maybe i’m still becoming. [ ] and maybe that’s okay.

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Apr 30, 2025

Apr 30, 2025 at 11:13 AM UTC

_moonbeam

All the people i am

[ ] i am Diane Nguyen [ ] when the lights are off and the room's too quiet. [ ] when i start spiraling over nothing, [ ] but pretend i’m just tired. [ ] when i swallow the urge to say, “i’m not okay,” [ ] because i don’t want to ruin the vibe. [ ] i get her. [ ] she writes things she’ll never publish [ ] and calls it healing. [ ] me too. [ ] i am Flame Princess. [ ] masking my heat with forced politeness, [ ] but the fire kicks at the cracks in my voice. [ ] i was taught too young that my feelings were too much [ ] so i bottled them. [ ] and when the bottle breaks, [ ] i’m the villain. [ ] one day you’ll get it [ ] that’s never who i was. [ ] i’m just a girl who’s overstimulated, [ ] trying not to combust. [ ] trying to regulate in an unadjusted world. [ ] i am Kirk Gleason, [ ] Full of chaotic side character energy. [ ] i tell stories with weirdly specific details [ ] so no one notices i’m actually unraveling. [ ] being silly is easier than being seen. [ ] i make people laugh so noone ever stops to ask [ ] The dreaded "are you okay" [ ] I make people laugh because if they’re laughing, [ ] they’ll stay. [ ] I am Jake the Dog, [ ] soft and simple. [ ] i love hard and think deep. [ ] i hold onto weird metaphors [ ] about cups and pillow forts [ ] I tell myself not to get hung up on imaginary things [ ] because that’s how i understand the world. [ ] i just wanna chill, [ ] but my brain won’t always let me. [ ] yet still I try, cause to love life you need problems [ ] And i am determined to live to my to its fullest [ ] i am Ted Mosby, [ ] annoyingly romantic. [ ] the kind who falls in love in soft, slow ways [ ] not with only with grand gestures, but with quiet familiarity. [ ] The type to romanticise shared eyecontact and exchanged looks [ ] i write poems about people [ ] who don’t know they broke my heart. [ ] Though i still think love is worth the mess [ ] Even when i doubt myself i always know [ ] Loving someone is never a waste [ ] and i’m Periwinkle. [ ] the soft, sparkly part of me i locked in a box [ ] when life got loud. [ ] When life didn't understand I was only a child [ ] i still believe in her. [ ] i still believes she's there. [ ] The little kid, with not so little dreams [ ] she danced in the frost and thought the world was kind. [ ] she’s quiet now, [ ] Her sparkle not so bright [ ] but she’s not gone, just dimmed [ ] she still hides in old drawings and weird dreams like buried sea glass on a beach [ ] i’m not all these people all the time. [ ] but they live in me [ ] in the sighs i swallow, [ ] in the jokes i tell too loud, [ ] in the poems no one reads. [ ] i wear them like second hand hoodies, [ ] hoping one won’t smell too much like someone else. [ ] some days i throw them all on at once, [ ] just to feel something that fits. [ ] some days i stare at the pile [ ] and don’t even bother. [ ] i just want someone to notice [ ] without me having to ask. [ ] someone to say, [ ] “i see you , even the parts you hide.” [ ] until then, [ ] Ill keep hiding my true self, [ ] Untill I'm truly seen [ ] Piecing myself together with glitter glue and stubborn hope, [ ] soft rage and borrowed words. [ ] and maybe i’m still becoming. [ ] and maybe that’s okay.

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