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Sep 2015 · 614
I stay afloat
Tara Hill Sep 2015
I was taught that when it's over, to leave. Don't continue to water a dead flower.
The days I spent in the forest surrounded by echoing sounds of life around me;
I did not get to yell, I got to sit in silent tears.
Now the sea wants to take me and I am willing to drown.
Through all of this I have lost who I am
but somehow I've returned to you
Jan 2015 · 337
June 1st
Tara Hill Jan 2015
everyday it breaks my heart that
i have stopped writing poetry

and everyday i wish i could put
pen to paper again

but there are no words to suffice
the way your body feels against mine

and there is no way to describe
how i feel when you kiss me

everyday i wish that i could write again
but i cant do you justice
Jan 2015 · 582
2/10/14
Tara Hill Jan 2015
around 8pm that night
my lips finally whispered the words i thought i'd never say
but your kisses
plucked my fears one by one
till i was bare and shaking on your mattress
Jan 2015 · 398
bed of roses
Tara Hill Jan 2015
i should've told you
a day will soon come
that you will stop looking at me
with a glow in your eyes.
a day will soon come
where you'll look at me and think,
"why am i waking up in a bed full of thorns
when i could be falling asleep on roses?"
Feb 2014 · 360
2:41am
Tara Hill Feb 2014
my longing for you is like the moon

the nights at 1am 
when im wrapped up in bed,

listening to nothing but sad tunes

then it hurts,

oh it hurts, 

to feel what I once knew.
Feb 2014 · 460
riptide
Tara Hill Feb 2014
i remember how we would walk hand in hand
my fingers between yours loosely
like petals on a flower just waiting to fall off
Jan 2014 · 943
uncertainty
Tara Hill Jan 2014
I don't know what to call the feelings I feel for you
but
my head keeps telling me it's love.

I'm not sure if it really is ,
or if my ears just want to hear me say it
but my eyes don't want to meet yours
and my heart doesn't want to hurt again.
Jan 2014 · 339
17
Tara Hill Jan 2014
17
the feeling is stronger lately
and i notice your absence now
more than ever before

there's an aching in my lungs,
and a constant wave behind my eyes
reminding me of how swiftly you left me behind
Jan 2014 · 354
untitled1
Tara Hill Jan 2014
around this time last year
i lost myself
somewhere in the snow outside
there are pieces of me, im sure

and my tears probably still lie
on that black fleece sweater
with the drawstring pulled out
Jan 2014 · 2.1k
another
Tara Hill Jan 2014
how unfair it can be
for me to think of you
and you not to think of me.

while i stick around
playing your sick and twisted game
you do nothing but laugh.
you feel no shame

im never to know what goes on in your head.
while you are smiling you could be wishing you were dead.

i tried to make you happy.
i stayed for the most that i could.
me putting in effort was never worth as much as it should.

i may not know a lot
but if there is one thing that I do
it's that while you are thinking of me,
i am no longer thinking of you.

— The End —