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 Nov 2015 Tamera Pierce
Haruhi
It's 9:20 and the girl in front of me
is thinking about him
She's thinking about how he
can forget about what they had
She's thinking about how
bad she feels and
how it doesn't even seem to faze him

Is she not worth the memories?
Did he wipe their wonderful times
out of his mind
Or was he thinking she hurt
him so much that
he never
wanted to think of the
pain she caused him
ever again?

They see each other at school
practically everyday except
Saturdays and Sundays
Fricks' sake they even talk!
So why is it that he doesn't seem to
remember their relationship?
She still remembers

She still remembers his warm
greeting smile
The tender hugs that
just screamed
I love you

She was too shy and young
to say it back then
She'd always blush and look down
whenever he said that to her
She really couldn't control it

She knew she should
have said it back but she ended
up ditching him instead
yes she feels bad but
this isn't your normal kind of bad
This is the kind of bad
you get when you mix
fear and despondency
together in a bowl

Fear
because she doesn't want
to hurt anyone gain
Despondency
because she misses his warm embrace
and soft, vibrant smile

I have a little problem with this though
Why do I constantly narrate
my own life?
It's because I'm afraid of
saying I hurt him
I held him that
I had his smile for myself
and what did I do?

I threw it out like garbage
because I thought
I would ruin our relationship
sooner or later
I just didn't understand
the concept of
"breaking up" with someone
and "loving" someone

And so here I am lying
in bed
writing a poem about
the person I miss
just because
I couldn't say
"I love you"
Yeah......... so.................
 Nov 2015 Tamera Pierce
Haruhi
As my eyes grow weary
My body starts to fall
I know now
that I need sleep
So tomorrow I can
be headstrong
 Nov 2015 Tamera Pierce
Haruhi
Joy
 Nov 2015 Tamera Pierce
Haruhi
Joy
Joy is my life
She is the most beautiful girl
She is my woman
She knows how to dress to impress me
I love her with all my life
She can cook *** pies like
a southern woman
Joy brings me happiness
And puts a fascinating smile on
me everyday
Her smile brights up my day
Her laugh gives me comfort
Her eyes gray and blue
the colors of my mind
Joy can do everything
anything
I could never be mad at
Joy
Joy is my Jo-Bear
And Joy is mine
Joy is my girl and I love
 Nov 2015 Tamera Pierce
Haruhi
How?
 Nov 2015 Tamera Pierce
Haruhi
The usual lives of every one gather
Dust in my mind
I really don't have time to
Sit and think about theirs

When I can sit and think about my own
And the mistreated people of the world
Or as a matter of fact how about
The friends I know
The friends that know
How their lives are

I know mine but I never took the
time to understand theirs
How can I call myself
A friend
When I can't even sympathize or
Be of comfort

How can I just sit back while some are being threatened
While some are being cursed at?
All this and my friends still take up for me
Is that what a real friend is?

How can I just sit there
While they're fighting my battles
How can I let myself be there for them
When I can't do anything

How can they expect me to be happy
All the time when sometimes
All I want to do is cry?

How can I know myself so well
But resent the fact I know myself at all
How can I force myself to
Be happy for the ones' I know
But not for myself

My laughter and smiles are not
Always genuine
I bet I fool my friends
I bet I fool them all
Heck I even fool myself sometimes

I know my friends well enough
To not let them
See me sad
The feelings are REAL. Right now....
 Nov 2015 Tamera Pierce
Haruhi
One day I'll be like a
Sakura Tree
Standing by myself leaning
Only on myself
Supplying food and shelter
For just me
I'll be as independent as a
Sailor on the open seas
I'll be like a Sakura Tree
So pretty and free
With a brown body and
Beautiful pink leaves that couldn't
Care less about anything
I'll be like Sakura Tree
Branching out to touch everybody's soul
And their inner sense of beauty
I'll be able to let the cool breeze flow
Through me without caring about a thing
One day I'll be like a Sakura Tree
Dying oh so beautifully
I love Sakura Trees look, they're really something aren't they? The right side is different huh? x}
 Nov 2015 Tamera Pierce
Haruhi
Isn't it funny how similar
Computer viruses are to
a broken heart.
The longer you hold on to them
the worse they seem to get

Or how similar a
crashed ship is to a
broken girl
Both were once beautiful
in everyone's eyes

Or how the outside of a person
is the same as a costume
A costume to look like someone else
A costume to shield yourself
from your own hatred

Or could it be that all these
similarities are merely a
Frankenstein like doll
Put together like stich work

Or is it actually true?
Just as true as the sky
Just as true as the soft hum
of a mothers' song

Whether it's true or not doesn't
matter to me
as long I have the strength
to put down this
heart shaped glass
and face the true reality
of my heart.
 Nov 2015 Tamera Pierce
Haruhi
He was the best one I've ever had
He was my only
and the only thing I had
He was my lover my pride and joy
He said such nice things
to me day and night
He wanted me to himself
All to him
Not family not friends
Not even his friends
He lied and cussed me out
He lied and cheated on me
Why did I stay?
He broke up with me without my doing wrong
I cried all night long
He tore my heart out again, and again
He broke up with me if I didn't
like what he liked
He broke up with me if
I didn't stay the night
And yet I still stayed with him
We got back together and I loved him
I loved him so much even
When he hit me again
Why is it that I loved him so much
He hit me and bruised me
Why is it that I loved him so much?
Even though
He beat me every-day continuously
For a year and four months
I loved him so much till he broke me
I could never acknowledge him
The same way again.
My friends were there for me
Each and every time
Every-time I'd start to cry
This poem I wrote because of a dear friend Elizabeth. She is awesome, and sweet. She is one of my best friends. I love her dearly and I want her to be happy. I threatened the guy she was with. Love! X}
 Nov 2015 Tamera Pierce
Haruhi
When my eyes shine there are tears threatening to fall.
When I smile there is a frown engraving itself onto me.
When I laugh there is a cry creeping into me.
I am a screen
When you look at me there's a crack.
When there's a crack there's a piece falling to the floor.
Crack.
When that piece shatters I'm less a person than I originally was.
When I appear happy there's a deep feeling of hatred within.
Crack.
Don't leave me stranded after the things you have seen,
instead stand by me and help me wash it off my skin.
Crack.
I feel kinda weird... but that's fine. Have a good night everybody. :3
 Nov 2015 Tamera Pierce
Kj
dating a writer
is like guessing the weather.
you think you know what you'll get,
but you never do.

you never know
because

she'll create a hero
from your weaknesses

and she'll write a great character,
from every last flaw.

she'll create a thousand plots  
from your worst nightmares.

she'll take every last thing you hate
and create something you'll love.

she'll turn your anger
into confessions of adoration,

and she'll make you,
everything you're not.

but worst of all,
she'll leave you wondering-
is it you she's in love with,
or things she's created from you?

but here's the beauty of it:

if you date a writer,
you'll never die.
I'm really sick of being me, i'm sick of trying my hardest and never ever being good enough. I'm tired, mentally dead.
If it wasn't for my mother I would have freed myself from this pain already. #notgoodenough #sick #tired #mentallydead
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