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Natasha Mar 2019
Walk with me
as the sun sets over the park
the rays stroking the willow bark
sunset glinting in the water
while the crickets start
to make themselves heard
as the sky goes darker.

Walk with me
as the moon peaks out from a cloud,
illuminating the soft grass
hearing the toads
the soft hoot of an owl
listen to the music of it around us.

Walk with me
in all these moments
Please just say
You'll stay
and never walk away
  Mar 2019 Natasha
Her
One of these days
You’re gonna push me away

Who comes back
When they aren’t wanted
Who stays
When they aren’t a priority

Who stays
When your actions show
That you couldn’t care less

How I feel
Doesn’t matter
How you feel
Is the only thing that matters

I consider you in everything
You consider me when it’s convenient

I treat you like
you’re my everything
Holding you close

You treat me like
a fly
Batting me away

Squishing me gone
beneath your palm

I want you.
I want you,
the way you used to love me
Do you want me?

You say yes
Your actions
Your angry words
Say no

You say
I love you more
than anything
When you act

I hear
I don’t care about you
Go away
Stop
Be quiet

You used
to make me feel
Like I was something
Something lovely

You make me feel
Like I want to disappear
I love you
I hate this

Where did you go?
Will you ever come back?
Should I disappear?
Why do you hate who I am?

You built me up.
Everyday you tear me back down
Natasha Mar 2019
Do you think half as often
about me, as what I
think of you,
Blue?

I'm taking up less of a place  
in your arms,
my favourite space,
as you slowly pull away.

Feeling as though our paths will split soon,
hoping for one last kiss under our moon,
until that wanes away too
and I become just another
Afterthought to you.
When you know you are about to lose someone. If you have read my poem called Blue, you will have more of an idea of who I'm describing that on losing..
Natasha Mar 2019
Swing so high
Look up blue sky
Spread your arms
You have wings
a magical place these swings

Smell freshly mowed grass
With eyes closed and smiling
Feel the wind in your hair
Troubles forgotten as you climbing
Higher, higher, fly!
Natasha Feb 2019
Fits in piece by piece
more pieces more strength
You can build anything with...
Lego Blocks

Then break what you built
reshape and construct it
as you remake what once was
into something new with...
Lego Blocks

Build a plane
Build a dragon
Build whatever you can imagine with...
Lego Blocks

Excrutiatingly painful
stepping on a single one
hop hop hopping around
shouts filling around with...
"Lego Blocks!!!"
I stepped on Lego and cursed for days
Natasha Feb 2019
Pink and red, the bruises start to form
a colorful rainbow in this thunder storm
Blue and dark purple, the older ones hurt more
as my Mommy covers them with make-up
so the police don't show up at her door.

Pale green, some of them starts to fade
I can still feel the belt buckle in my skin engraved
it has faded by now, to a yellow and brown
as Mommy looks on through an alcohol haze
to the bruises she placed all over my face

I scream out in terror
wondering what was my error
and when she is sober
make-up again gets painted on me all over.
Sometimes, mothers are the horrors that scare us the most. Abuse is not okay, if you are suffering fro it, please get help as soon as you possibly can.
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