#loneliest - Hello Poetry

You used to search my back, arms, and even my *** for zits. When you found one, you went to work at popping it. It hurt like hell, but I never said anything, because it seemed to bring you such pleasure. Sometimes, I don't even think there was a zit.You would just squeeze a freckle or birthmark. And chocolate, for God's sake, you loved it. Whenever I could afford it, I'd buy you chocolate bars.And when I couldn't, I'd steal them. You hated me stealing, but you loved chocolate. In those golden Summer evenings, I remember carrying your son on my shoulders into the pink and lavender sunsets. We had story time on the Shelter couch, your head resting on my shoulder. But time, as it always does, rages on. You have your son, your apartment, your job. I have my river, my writing. and my ducks. I feed them bread, not chocolate. And although they wake me up at dawn by walking on my back, they don't mess with the zits. I've trained them to eat bread out of my hand.Their little tongues feel like sandpaper. I'll never look at zits and chocolate the same.

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Feb 18, 2021

Feb 18, 2021 at 11:55 AM UTC

thomas-w-case

Zits and Chocolate

You used to search my back, arms, and even my *** for zits. When you found one, you went to work at popping it. It hurt like hell, but I never said anything, because it seemed to bring you such pleasure. Sometimes, I don't even think there was a zit.You would just squeeze a freckle or birthmark. And chocolate, for God's sake, you loved it. Whenever I could afford it, I'd buy you chocolate bars.And when I couldn't, I'd steal them. You hated me stealing, but you loved chocolate. In those golden Summer evenings, I remember carrying your son on my shoulders into the pink and lavender sunsets. We had story time on the Shelter couch, your head resting on my shoulder. But time, as it always does, rages on. You have your son, your apartment, your job. I have my river, my writing. and my ducks. I feed them bread, not chocolate. And although they wake me up at dawn by walking on my back, they don't mess with the zits. I've trained them to eat bread out of my hand.Their little tongues feel like sandpaper. I'll never look at zits and chocolate the same.

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I love you. The three words that have yet to touch my ears.

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Mar 8, 2020

Mar 8, 2020 at 11:42 AM UTC

Belong

Loneliness is my savour.

I love you. The three words that have yet to touch my ears.

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They won’t always make you smile A lot of the times they’ll make you cry You’ll hate everything about them Until there’s nothing left of them for you to want to look at You despise them Until you remember that Nothing had never been in their favor But neither had yours Love had not bloomed for them in the way they wanted And it wilted quickly Except it didn’t come back again next spring A love unrequited I suppose Nonetheless it hurt Family that couldn’t be family Friends that could never be kind But just diggers instead Users instead Liars instead Drug addicts instead Pretending to live instead Grasping onto dear life itself That’s what had been pounded into them The realization that No matter what It just wasn’t enough So this hurt, fragile being Could only do one last thing Be numb To not feel anything Instead of everything To make it all go away That person had given up any chances of ever being whole So You can’t always hold a grudge over someone who’s had too many scars To even want to make anything right in this world anymore You can’t blame them for being hurt For wanting to end it But you can Tell them it’s selfish That you love them That drugs aren’t the only ones who care about them And someone, You, want to see them smile again

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Jun 17, 2019

Jun 17, 2019 at 11:09 PM UTC

KeeKee

u.w.i.h.y

They won’t always make you smile A lot of the times they’ll make you cry You’ll hate everything about them Until there’s nothing left of them for you to want to look at You despise them Until you remember that Nothing had never been in their favor But neither had yours Love had not bloomed for them in the way they wanted And it wilted quickly Except it didn’t come back again next spring A love unrequited I suppose Nonetheless it hurt Family that couldn’t be family Friends that could never be kind But just diggers instead Users instead Liars instead Drug addicts instead Pretending to live instead Grasping onto dear life itself That’s what had been pounded into them The realization that No matter what It just wasn’t enough So this hurt, fragile being Could only do one last thing Be numb To not feel anything Instead of everything To make it all go away That person had given up any chances of ever being whole So You can’t always hold a grudge over someone who’s had too many scars To even want to make anything right in this world anymore You can’t blame them for being hurt For wanting to end it But you can Tell them it’s selfish That you love them That drugs aren’t the only ones who care about them And someone, You, want to see them smile again

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She can't explain how she feel every second by your side. She seems like the happiest around your arms. But she's the loneliest behind those eyes.

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Mar 17, 2019

Mar 17, 2019 at 1:03 AM UTC

martheaflores

She

She can't explain how she feel every second by your side. She seems like the happiest around your arms. But she's the loneliest behind those eyes.

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# I'm very good with numbers; Always been inside my brain They freely shift and move about; Allowed to dance and play However, one equation baffles and confuses me That one plus one will equal two; This is not what I see It's people who must be confused; Wrong value they give "one" Because the single integer alone can't have much fun It's only with another "one" first one will come to life With purpose, reason, starts to smile; Now feeling satisfied The presence of the second one gives first one happiness When one is standing all alone life has not much to give Can not survive a vacuum; It is dark and empty space No digit there to interact; One's value just a waste Some people disagree with me; Say one is fine alone And doesn't need another one for value to be shown I don't completely disagree but my experience That I feel most fulfilled with life when I receive and give The elegance of the exchange; Where miracles exist Life's greatest gift is that of love but with it there's one twist How it takes two to tango; Love is not a solo dance To give another all your heart is taking a big chance But can't compare reward to risk; The blissful ecstasy Cause "one" is more like just a half but with love it's complete #

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Nov 8, 2018

Nov 8, 2018 at 3:23 AM UTC

micrography-mike-d

One plus One

# I'm very good with numbers; Always been inside my brain They freely shift and move about; Allowed to dance and play However, one equation baffles and confuses me That one plus one will equal two; This is not what I see It's people who must be confused; Wrong value they give "one" Because the single integer alone can't have much fun It's only with another "one" first one will come to life With purpose, reason, starts to smile; Now feeling satisfied The presence of the second one gives first one happiness When one is standing all alone life has not much to give Can not survive a vacuum; It is dark and empty space No digit there to interact; One's value just a waste Some people disagree with me; Say one is fine alone And doesn't need another one for value to be shown I don't completely disagree but my experience That I feel most fulfilled with life when I receive and give The elegance of the exchange; Where miracles exist Life's greatest gift is that of love but with it there's one twist How it takes two to tango; Love is not a solo dance To give another all your heart is taking a big chance But can't compare reward to risk; The blissful ecstasy Cause "one" is more like just a half but with love it's complete #

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The loneliest people are the kindest, The saddest people smile the brightest, the most damaged people are the weirdest... all because they don't wish to see anyone else suffer the same as they did.

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Jan 1, 2017

Jan 1, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC

Midnightlove

Untitled

The loneliest people are the kindest, The saddest people smile the brightest, the most damaged people are the weirdest... all because they don't wish to see anyone else suffer the same as they did.

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I realized that the loneliest hearts are not found within abandoned rooms or between furrowed sheets. They’re not in bars where bitter gulps can wash away the saltiest tears. They’re nowhere near the darkest hallway or the blurriest of all the paths. But the loneliest hearts are found squeezed underneath the loudest laughs.

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Oct 9, 2015

Oct 9, 2015 at 10:15 PM UTC

hannamaemata96

loneliest hearts

I realized that the loneliest hearts are not found within abandoned rooms or between furrowed sheets. They’re not in bars where bitter gulps can wash away the saltiest tears. They’re nowhere near the darkest hallway or the blurriest of all the paths. But the loneliest hearts are found squeezed underneath the loudest laughs.

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