#sadgirls - Hello Poetry

his chest was the ground caving in in a matter of seconds; it was the streets' sudden tremors the wall cracks and chipped rocks. his gaze, hauntingly sad, it was almost inviting. and i was a girl, all white dress and wide eyes not really knowing any better; steps, too careful walks, too slow, tracing the faultlines misplaced on his skin; it was an open field — an open target for the lightning to strike and leave its marks and i was just a girl, looking for poems where they shouldn't be found; on the palm creases, and the curves of his lips. i walk, all tentative tiptoes and a wrong step; falling into each hollow, each crevice, each slit. he was an earthquake, waiting to happen seismic and sudden, taking everything down. and i — a nameless girl, an inkblot for face and limbs a paramour, a secret, all wrapped into one. i — a doorstep kiss, an uncertain touch, a bedpost notch, all wrapped into one. and i — a jamais vu, a face in the crowd, a nameless casualty, all wrapped into one.

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Nov 1, 2019

Nov 1, 2019 at 7:43 AM UTC

femininedeath

casualty

his chest was the ground caving in in a matter of seconds; it was the streets' sudden tremors the wall cracks and chipped rocks. his gaze, hauntingly sad, it was almost inviting. and i was a girl, all white dress and wide eyes not really knowing any better; steps, too careful walks, too slow, tracing the faultlines misplaced on his skin; it was an open field — an open target for the lightning to strike and leave its marks and i was just a girl, looking for poems where they shouldn't be found; on the palm creases, and the curves of his lips. i walk, all tentative tiptoes and a wrong step; falling into each hollow, each crevice, each slit. he was an earthquake, waiting to happen seismic and sudden, taking everything down. and i — a nameless girl, an inkblot for face and limbs a paramour, a secret, all wrapped into one. i — a doorstep kiss, an uncertain touch, a bedpost notch, all wrapped into one. and i — a jamais vu, a face in the crowd, a nameless casualty, all wrapped into one.

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Some days, the emptiness isn't even obvious. You're brushing your teeth or putting on your favorite denim jacket or adjusting your wristwatch and it's there, lurking and you don't mind at all. It almost feels normal. Right, even. But there are days and nights — mostly nights, when it feels colossal, you can't ignore it. There are times when it stares back, it's impossible to pretend it's not there. There are times when it feels out of place and you just sort of wanna dig for what's dead inside, or claw through your ribcages, or crack your chest open — anything, just to get it out of you.

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Sep 11, 2019

Sep 11, 2019 at 12:08 AM UTC

femininedeath

sad girl chronicles

Some days, the emptiness isn't even obvious. You're brushing your teeth or putting on your favorite denim jacket or adjusting your wristwatch and it's there, lurking and you don't mind at all. It almost feels normal. Right, even. But there are days and nights — mostly nights, when it feels colossal, you can't ignore it. There are times when it stares back, it's impossible to pretend it's not there. There are times when it feels out of place and you just sort of wanna dig for what's dead inside, or claw through your ribcages, or crack your chest open — anything, just to get it out of you.

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I'm not a sad girl but sometimes I am sad.

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Jun 11, 2018

Jun 11, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC

JenCalvert

Sad Girls

I'm not a sad girl but sometimes I am sad.

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sleepy boys with tousled brown hair and piercing green eyes; a smirk plastered on their faces sad girls with unkempt blonde hair and lonely blue eyes; tears streaming down their faces i love you the boys say no you don't the girls reply - fuckboys

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Sep 16, 2017

Sep 16, 2017 at 12:22 AM UTC

helenawrites

fuckboys

sleepy boys with tousled brown hair and piercing green eyes; a smirk plastered on their faces sad girls with unkempt blonde hair and lonely blue eyes; tears streaming down their faces i love you the boys say no you don't the girls reply - fuckboys

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guys like you don’t fall for girls like me. beautiful people like you don’t pay full price for damaged goods like me. they don’t pursue crazy. they don’t want masochistic. they don’t love freaks. good guys don’t love sad girls. they want girls who shine in the sun. they want girls who can keep it together. they DESERVE girls who don’t need to be glued together. but girls like me NEED guys like you. we need nightingales. we need priceless sunsets and ocean breezes too. we need someone to glue us together to keep us kept together to give us a reason to shine we need guys who will love us for all of our scars, even if we gave those scars to ourselves even if those scars are so deep that they haven’t stopped bleeding yet even if a kiss and stitches won’t fix us. we need you. and if you stay, we’ll love you for all of your scars too.

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Aug 6, 2014

Aug 6, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC

anne-korte

About Relationships

guys like you don’t fall for girls like me. beautiful people like you don’t pay full price for damaged goods like me. they don’t pursue crazy. they don’t want masochistic. they don’t love freaks. good guys don’t love sad girls. they want girls who shine in the sun. they want girls who can keep it together. they DESERVE girls who don’t need to be glued together. but girls like me NEED guys like you. we need nightingales. we need priceless sunsets and ocean breezes too. we need someone to glue us together to keep us kept together to give us a reason to shine we need guys who will love us for all of our scars, even if we gave those scars to ourselves even if those scars are so deep that they haven’t stopped bleeding yet even if a kiss and stitches won’t fix us. we need you. and if you stay, we’ll love you for all of your scars too.

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