#haired - Hello Poetry

where do i even begin- oh this is the poem for you. letter. sorry. all i know is above everyone else you held me and you saved me again and again and for future reference when i say i've never been loved obviously i was lying. you loved me. i'm pretty sure. i won't say your name since you don't want this. you wanted to die. i don't know if you ever tried but i wonder if you knew the same night you were acting like you were about to **** yourself was the night i attempted. did we tasted the chalk in our throats and see our vision vignetted at the same time? it's not funny, just ironic. i remember so much about you. the way your hair fell choppy because you cut it over the bathroom sink without a mirror. your blue nails, bitten down. the red backpack you had, but you got rid of it for the jansport. running around with a packet of haribo, picking out the red. scrapbooks. those were our things. when you see a decomposition book patterned with maroon fennec foxes do you think of me? when you listen to cavetown and billie eilish do you think of me? do you remember my favorite song- warping around the air when i collapsed on the tiles but you were there, again and again and again? i can't listen to it anymore. you're alive you're alive you're alive, oh my god. this is not a poem and i know no one will read it. maybe two people. but not you, and those two people matter to me and they can read it, sure but only you will get it and since you don't see me anymore i'm not sure why i even bother. yrs, ren

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Mar 31

Mar 31, 2026 at 3:23 AM UTC

letters_from_ren

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where do i even begin- oh this is the poem for you. letter. sorry. all i know is above everyone else you held me and you saved me again and again and for future reference when i say i've never been loved obviously i was lying. you loved me. i'm pretty sure. i won't say your name since you don't want this. you wanted to die. i don't know if you ever tried but i wonder if you knew the same night you were acting like you were about to **** yourself was the night i attempted. did we tasted the chalk in our throats and see our vision vignetted at the same time? it's not funny, just ironic. i remember so much about you. the way your hair fell choppy because you cut it over the bathroom sink without a mirror. your blue nails, bitten down. the red backpack you had, but you got rid of it for the jansport. running around with a packet of haribo, picking out the red. scrapbooks. those were our things. when you see a decomposition book patterned with maroon fennec foxes do you think of me? when you listen to cavetown and billie eilish do you think of me? do you remember my favorite song- warping around the air when i collapsed on the tiles but you were there, again and again and again? i can't listen to it anymore. you're alive you're alive you're alive, oh my god. this is not a poem and i know no one will read it. maybe two people. but not you, and those two people matter to me and they can read it, sure but only you will get it and since you don't see me anymore i'm not sure why i even bother. yrs, ren

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the way you tucked it behind your ears when you were nervous the colors in shades in that beautiful chocolate brown had me crazy its waves waved just right magical beautiful I couldn't understand how you could hate such a pretty thing told me you wished it was blonde i wanted to scream at you that its ******* gorgeous that I wanted to run my fingers through it braid it I know you'd never let me do that so for now I'll only stare at your luscious brown hair hoping one day i can express my love for it and you see it in my eyes so you'd never feel insecure again

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Jan 20

Jan 20, 2026 at 1:04 PM UTC

giarose

Brown Haired Girl

the way you tucked it behind your ears when you were nervous the colors in shades in that beautiful chocolate brown had me crazy its waves waved just right magical beautiful I couldn't understand how you could hate such a pretty thing told me you wished it was blonde i wanted to scream at you that its ******* gorgeous that I wanted to run my fingers through it braid it I know you'd never let me do that so for now I'll only stare at your luscious brown hair hoping one day i can express my love for it and you see it in my eyes so you'd never feel insecure again

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Red haired dame black roots dark brown eyes thin lips but smiles neat handles the cell phone between thin fingers nails chewed adding tabs suggesting networks that work best thin tattooed arms small busted maybe less expensive but it's better she says Johnny smiles notes the small stud in her lower lip knows her cell phones well that's for sure he knows next to nowt just to switch on and off and send a text or two and call now and then but it's Johnny daughter who's buying not he he's just the onlooker taking notes for a poem just like this mental note as poets do to catch the essence before it takes flight like some rare moth into the night.

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Jun 29, 2015

Jun 29, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC

terry-collett

RED HAIRED DAME.

Red haired dame black roots dark brown eyes thin lips but smiles neat handles the cell phone between thin fingers nails chewed adding tabs suggesting networks that work best thin tattooed arms small busted maybe less expensive but it's better she says Johnny smiles notes the small stud in her lower lip knows her cell phones well that's for sure he knows next to nowt just to switch on and off and send a text or two and call now and then but it's Johnny daughter who's buying not he he's just the onlooker taking notes for a poem just like this mental note as poets do to catch the essence before it takes flight like some rare moth into the night.

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