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#immature
listen, i get it, life is hard. it's stressful. i know. i really do. but you have to stop running when it's "too hard" you have to learn to mature up and fix it.
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Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 12:22 PM UTC
you can't keep running away
You made me Put my heart away I put it on the shelf It kept wanting to jump back in But you told it to stop Hope and pray You meant Wait... Not yet But Soon
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Jun 19, 2024
Jun 19, 2024 at 1:17 PM UTC
Wait
He's gone. And that kinda ***** He wasn't who I thought he was. He was more capable of anger and ruthlessness than I imagined. Saying things that tear out the most vulnerable parts and stab them to bits. He was more childish than I thought he'd be for his age. He spends recklessly, doesn't have handsoap in his bathroom, and watches TV from a desk chair. He was flaky and shady. Giving little information and being dodgy about his phone and whereabouts. He consistently cancelled plans and left me in the lurch. He was never going to think about someone else for a change or be truly and deeply mindful of his significant other. He had a sharp tongue and a hard head. If I didn't select every word carefully, he would snap and say horrible things. He didn't let her go. As much as he would deny it, Priya still has a hold on him. He can't let her go. He would say terrible things about her and then also say I was like her. He would delete her messages and lie about her texting him. He carried through the trauma and treated me like her. He wanted a relationship to just pick up where that one left off and not put the effort into 'dating'. I was a continuation of his previous relationship - all the history but only the good person. He was boastful and also self-deprecating. He drank too much and smoked too much. He didn't follow through on things he said he would do. He love bombed me and then pulled away to where I felt empty. He's gone. And that kinda ***** And I'm sad that I still miss him. -t.s.
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Feb 22, 2024
Feb 22, 2024 at 9:51 PM UTC
He's Gone
He's gone. And that kinda ***** He wasn't who I thought he was. He was more capable of anger and ruthlessness than I imagined. Saying things that tear out the most vulnerable parts and stab them to bits. He was more childish than I thought he'd be for his age. He spends recklessly, doesn't have handsoap in his bathroom, and watches TV from a desk chair. He was flaky and shady. Giving little information and being dodgy about his phone and whereabouts. He consistently cancelled plans and left me in the lurch. He was never going to think about someone else for a change or be truly and deeply mindful of his significant other. He had a sharp tongue and a hard head. If I didn't select every word carefully, he would snap and say horrible things. He didn't let her go. As much as he would deny it, Priya still has a hold on him. He can't let her go. He would say terrible things about her and then also say I was like her. He would delete her messages and lie about her texting him. He carried through the trauma and treated me like her. He wanted a relationship to just pick up where that one left off and not put the effort into 'dating'. I was a continuation of his previous relationship - all the history but only the good person. He was boastful and also self-deprecating. He drank too much and smoked too much. He didn't follow through on things he said he would do. He love bombed me and then pulled away to where I felt empty. He's gone. And that kinda ***** And I'm sad that I still miss him. -t.s.
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I do not go through life fearless, nor do I wait until I've conquered fear Everything I do I do despite fear, fight through every tear, must be better than the prior year I'm sure there's a word for exactly that, that's a fact, but I call it living Acknowledge when I fall flat, remember there's no safety mat and I must never go back to the beginning That's who I want to be, that's what I want to say But that is not the me I wake up with everyday I'm unsure, Insecure, Immature, With a bit of a temper I could go on and on, stop me when it starts to sound familiar... ©2023
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Nov 13, 2023
Nov 13, 2023 at 8:48 PM UTC
~•§•~ Not Who I Want to Be ~•§•~
No-one tells you how big a wall there is to climb To demolish the rotting family home, Where they fearfully remain. To them you are the wolf. Always.
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Oct 30, 2023
Oct 30, 2023 at 7:49 PM UTC
Breathless
juvenile with your harsh profanities and gritty teeth grabbing ahold of me puncturing my flesh i want to be more like God and i’m trying so hard i read inspirational poetry books in the mirror and around you, i smile in fear do things rehearsed and pre-planned and you don’t even notice because the main focus is you façade strong happy blushing faces all day long that’s not who i am and you’re the one who should know me best but you don’t. and i don’t understand how you plan to take me down to the pits of the earth’s core because i want to be more like who i adore and that’s just not you.
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Jul 10, 2023
Jul 10, 2023 at 4:26 PM UTC
juvenile
I'm grateful for my mind But most of the time I wish I could think like everyone else Not having to always feel the need to be more mature or look at the bright side of things Everyone tells me I'm "mature for my age" So I keep exhausting myself Wishing I could cut the rope to the tug of war competition in my head The back and forth of wanting to wallow with the moon but knowing that sunshine will wash away the worry I want to live without being concerned about what my future self will think of me I want to be a selfish ignorant teen But I care too much about how I am perceived to others And I need adult validation to function
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Apr 12, 2022
Apr 12, 2022 at 10:03 PM UTC
Ignorace is bliss
Big dummy, you caught Run around town like a little thot Think you know better, but you “no” not Always out trying to shoot your shot Scheming on girls like wild thoughts   Giving out handouts, handouts Numbers so high like your body count Name everywhere, you can yell it out
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Jun 30, 2021
Jun 30, 2021 at 7:52 PM UTC
Boy you know, you a ***
crashing when you're gone i can't land alright nothing holding me back gravity pushes me in agreeance good riddance i was never apart of the blueprint there wasn't a plan space out and decide to implode your immaturity exceeds normalcy crushed
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Jun 13, 2021
Jun 13, 2021 at 8:13 PM UTC
martyr in the first degree
i could pour my heart out to you but what would it do, knowing how callous everyone is i could tell you how i linger on each word you say or staring too long because i love seeing you but what would it do letting you know that when we speak i get butterflies and my nerves are overworked but what would it do to know how i really think of you when you don't care to ask what's the point
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Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 11:39 PM UTC
Stupid Fool
What the hell does that mean? When does someone become an adult? When they turn 18? 21? Or does age even matter? Maybe it’s more about what someone does. How much someone accomplishes. What makes someone an adult? Driving? Moving out of your parents house? Getting an education? Losing their virginity? Having a full time job? Making money? Marriage? Children? What if I haven’t accomplished any of these? What does that make me? All I know is that I’m 25 and still feel like a ******* child.
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Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 10:31 PM UTC
Adulthood
It was true that I once loved you. A very naive love, unconscious and immature. You. Queen of hearts, the desired one. Forgive me if I loved you like an object, but an object is how I felt like. Your fiery words pleased my passive attitude. I did and I will do everything to follow love. Not like past times. Nevermore. Now you are a dried rose. A poem with no author. A love without a reason. You have never been a main character in this theatre. It's only about me.
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May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 7:24 AM UTC
Beautiful bruises
Is this a question worthy of an answer? I'm sure the sane answer is "no." Is there poetry in farting into a milk crate? Maybe not, but I'd very much like to think so.
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Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 8:53 PM UTC
The Question
Chess? Monopoly? Uno? What kind of game am I to you? The instructions, you do not know. Yet you enjoy doing what you do.
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Mar 20, 2020
Mar 20, 2020 at 7:38 AM UTC
The Game
I have lost the hold of me Wanna shout so so so high... It's been really long when I heard my voice Now it feels so chocked... Wanna cuddle coz I hate this feeling Not able to make out or in... Hope I get out of this mess quick Cause it ****
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Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 11:13 AM UTC
Lost...
I bleed on people who didn’t cut me, Cause my mind takes everything so personal It is so immature, I have to learn how to surrender I am tired of trying to understand the unknown, Someday I’ll find my heart And peace will be my best friend!
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 2:03 AM UTC
~ Someday ~
Highpitch tone Over tan Acne scars Not a man Chicken legs All alone Zero muscle Only bone Fragile heart Selfish mind Independent Never kind
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Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 11:02 PM UTC
Fragile
We are done. I will no longer sit idle. I will not wait for my friends to get hurt. It is long past due, we will not tolerate it any longer. Do not make up excuses, listen to what your friends tell you, do not give the benefit of the doubt; they do not deserve it. If they make you feel unloved, belittled, ignored, hurt, unsafe, come to me. If they call you names ***** ***** disposable, immature, a child, come to me. Tell, if you wish, all of how they have done you wrong. Tell me, and I will tell you. Dump Them. Gone is the time of "It's none of my business" Gone is the time of "It's not your relationship" Gone is the time of "No one asked for your opinion" That is my friend, and I will no longer sit and let my friends be hurt.
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Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
IT IS TIME.
Children are... rather innocent creatures Or at least, I, in my protected, childhood of fairy tales Princesses and superheroes and talking frogs Was My third grade diary when asked to name something precious -Family Unlike toys unbreaking Keeps you happy and safe Rather, precocious I was at that but still too much -Naive As I still am, of course See, the thing about adolescence Is Hormones raging, from crushes to bullying to acting out The time when we               Think We're out of the                     Naive                   Quite dangerous, really Since, we're really Not A whole butload of                          "adult"                                stuff I'll probably Be subject to and May have been earlier if not for My reclusive tenancies and lazy ways and protected life I say it, In a careless manner Trying to look cool, even in poetry But, like, it's going to happen I'm going to come face to face Have to make a choice And it's nothing to be intimidated about I tell myself Still, Truly a question to consider, I'm assuming, one day I'll mature And when that day comes... Will I still be the little girl With the two bouncing pigtails Scrunched up face Pencil too tight grip Recreating Oval eyes, smiley lips, long hair My nth drawing of a girl? Mind uncluttered with what could be          what should be          what would be Only, what is And what I want Hmm... But as the clock strikes twelve another day has gone by and it's well past time for me to go to bed Another year, past More time gone by More memories to reminisce about But... Also more to look forward to
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Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC
On New Year's
Children are... rather innocent creatures Or at least, I, in my protected, childhood of fairy tales Princesses and superheroes and talking frogs Was My third grade diary when asked to name something precious -Family Unlike toys unbreaking Keeps you happy and safe Rather, precocious I was at that but still too much -Naive As I still am, of course See, the thing about adolescence Is Hormones raging, from crushes to bullying to acting out The time when we               Think We're out of the                     Naive                   Quite dangerous, really Since, we're really Not A whole butload of                          "adult"                                stuff I'll probably Be subject to and May have been earlier if not for My reclusive tenancies and lazy ways and protected life I say it, In a careless manner Trying to look cool, even in poetry But, like, it's going to happen I'm going to come face to face Have to make a choice And it's nothing to be intimidated about I tell myself Still, Truly a question to consider, I'm assuming, one day I'll mature And when that day comes... Will I still be the little girl With the two bouncing pigtails Scrunched up face Pencil too tight grip Recreating Oval eyes, smiley lips, long hair My nth drawing of a girl? Mind uncluttered with what could be          what should be          what would be Only, what is And what I want Hmm... But as the clock strikes twelve another day has gone by and it's well past time for me to go to bed Another year, past More time gone by More memories to reminisce about But... Also more to look forward to
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i isolate myself in my room and keep the lights turned low the love i create within myself dissipates every time i breathe you are only a figment of my imagination my mind is the only solace even though she screams at me i fall in love in seconds but i don't know what love is the little girl i am knows nothing of this world i can't live on my own independence has never been taught to me the only way i can stabilize is if i drown myself in concrete who i am is not known and who i am not is alone
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Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
existence
Clear days feels so good and free. So light as a feather can be. Seeing flowers, river, trees and birds Watching plays, music, singing a verse! Another day with bright sunlight. Everyone woke up, dealing with their personal fights. Concreted world, grey and white. Darkness everyhwere, whether it's a day or a night.
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 5:31 AM UTC
Sigh.
I think When he leaves My self-care will make me un.stoppable. I think When he leaves I will fill my OWN needs. I am here for me. I think When he leaves I don’t want to hear anymore Bike Lingo For a while. I don’t want to hear Every Detail Of montreal Of literally anything anyone says /ever/ Compared to ~new orleans~ To ‘One of [his] friends’ Who has the sweetest gig Life Hobby. I think when he leaves I will still love him The way I love beautiful people Even if his ignorance.. Immaturity? Self-interest? Makes his language Attitude Reactions T o x i c to me. I put so much Into my contentedness With life My life And i need to be recognized for these efforts I need to be SEEN To be HEARD To be respected for the depth of my being and not my #skillz on a skateboard Or my patience for bike #factz and stories. ******* respect me with tenderness or I am Out The Door No matter how perfect I thought you were.
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Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
When he leaves.
If I die, don't miss me cuz you didn't care to feed me when I cried the whole night on an empty stomach; because of you. If I die, don't miss me cuz when you had me, it was more of a deal where you loved me (in my eyes) only when I loved your life. If I die, don't miss me cuz conditions when unmet; the ones you had for us; forced you to "unmeet" me. If I die, don't miss me cuz I could never become your partner you needed and wanted but one who was just an emotional entertainment. If I die, don't miss me cuz you often left me alone in dark nights and gloomy days to cry my heart out missing you. If I die, don't miss me cuz may be we never fell in love and mostly, don't miss me cuz you don't, when you have me now.
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May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 7:19 AM UTC
You don't miss me now.