#graceewagner - Hello Poetry

everyone wants to be EXTRAORDINARY. significant glorified and memorable I would be lying to you If I told you I was any different though lately, I've been thinking a lot about SAFETY. how swallowing your electric individuality and concealing your perfect imperfections hurts less. because when you are silent submissive and forgettable you don't need to worry about people taking more of you then you want to give. they don't want it anymore.

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Oct 19, 2018

Oct 19, 2018 at 9:11 PM UTC

theofficialgew

I am staying safe from now on.

everyone wants to be EXTRAORDINARY. significant glorified and memorable I would be lying to you If I told you I was any different though lately, I've been thinking a lot about SAFETY. how swallowing your electric individuality and concealing your perfect imperfections hurts less. because when you are silent submissive and forgettable you don't need to worry about people taking more of you then you want to give. they don't want it anymore.

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I’ve always seen the world Through rose-colored glasses Teal glitter Sunflowers and Baby’s Breath- Something happy Unflawed And beautiful Then you died. The rosy lens shattered Piercing my eyes Drawing blood and tears, Scouring the oceanic glitter Staining the flowers Forcing them to wilt. Killing them as you were killed. Gutting me of every sense Of security I possessed Clogging my veins And fraying my nerves Until I was so devoid of sensation And stripped down I became empty and numb except the numbness wasn’t terrible It was bearable- Comfortable and safe Sustainable and sustaining I fell in and out of love, pushed myself harder than usual, Isolated myself I didn’t care that was painful- At least I could hurt In a less tragic And obvious way. And to keep you with me? I pulled all the photos of us Out of the dusty album That lives in our basement- the pictures began to leave The ghostly scent of flowers on my skin I re-read old letters, cards, and texts Called your phone even though I knew You wouldn’t answer- I found specks of dusty blue glitter Accumulating in the corners of my room Between bed sheets and at the bottom of my bathtub Then I cried When no one was there When it hurt the most to miss you When I wouldn’t cause a scene- The tears washed my eyes raw But that rosy hue Never returned through this shattering through this torture through this tragedy I began to realize what it meant To love someone And not realize how centra l they are to your life Until they’re not here anymore They can’t hug you and tell you its going to be okay You won’t ever see them smile You will never be able to them you love them And hear them say it back. They are gone. And you can’t do anything about it.

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Mar 13, 2018

Mar 13, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC

theofficialgew

Bopa

I’ve always seen the world Through rose-colored glasses Teal glitter Sunflowers and Baby’s Breath- Something happy Unflawed And beautiful Then you died. The rosy lens shattered Piercing my eyes Drawing blood and tears, Scouring the oceanic glitter Staining the flowers Forcing them to wilt. Killing them as you were killed. Gutting me of every sense Of security I possessed Clogging my veins And fraying my nerves Until I was so devoid of sensation And stripped down I became empty and numb except the numbness wasn’t terrible It was bearable- Comfortable and safe Sustainable and sustaining I fell in and out of love, pushed myself harder than usual, Isolated myself I didn’t care that was painful- At least I could hurt In a less tragic And obvious way. And to keep you with me? I pulled all the photos of us Out of the dusty album That lives in our basement- the pictures began to leave The ghostly scent of flowers on my skin I re-read old letters, cards, and texts Called your phone even though I knew You wouldn’t answer- I found specks of dusty blue glitter Accumulating in the corners of my room Between bed sheets and at the bottom of my bathtub Then I cried When no one was there When it hurt the most to miss you When I wouldn’t cause a scene- The tears washed my eyes raw But that rosy hue Never returned through this shattering through this torture through this tragedy I began to realize what it meant To love someone And not realize how centra l they are to your life Until they’re not here anymore They can’t hug you and tell you its going to be okay You won’t ever see them smile You will never be able to them you love them And hear them say it back. They are gone. And you can’t do anything about it.

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I don't want flowers or jewelry I don't want to remember you through material objects that will wilt or get lost I don't want temporary. I crave something meaningful Something permanent So Show me your deepest fears Bear to me your soul Complete with every Crack fracture And microscopic imperfection Tell me about Your weirdest obsessions Your favorite stories Explain your scars Both visceral And visual Tell me everything wishes and dreams Anxieties qualities about yourself that make you wonder if you could ever be loved. the quirks that you fear others will deem bothersome. And I swear to you, with every pure intention in my heart. There's no possible way I won't think it's beautiful.

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Jan 31, 2018

Jan 31, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC

theofficialgew

unconditional

I don't want flowers or jewelry I don't want to remember you through material objects that will wilt or get lost I don't want temporary. I crave something meaningful Something permanent So Show me your deepest fears Bear to me your soul Complete with every Crack fracture And microscopic imperfection Tell me about Your weirdest obsessions Your favorite stories Explain your scars Both visceral And visual Tell me everything wishes and dreams Anxieties qualities about yourself that make you wonder if you could ever be loved. the quirks that you fear others will deem bothersome. And I swear to you, with every pure intention in my heart. There's no possible way I won't think it's beautiful.

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