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 Apr 30 tenielle
i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much
self care is extremely important. most days I fight my depression by putting smiles onto others faces, but forgetting about my once bright smile.
 Mar 2020 tenielle
 Mar 2020 tenielle
Fingers stiff
Back arches
Eyes blur

Pages yellow
Keys sour
Strings rust

Melodies fade
People leave
Heart breaks

The piano remains
I can't play our favorite song. Not because I've forgotten it, but because I couldn't bring my self near the piano after you left.
How could you forget so easily?
Even when it was meant to be
 Mar 2020 tenielle
 Mar 2020 tenielle
Death is like you,
silent, cold, and
doesn’t love me back

If you are death
then I long to be dead
 Feb 2020 tenielle
Poems aren't written,
they're found,
Somewhere in your head the words are waiting,
They're sprawled across the floor,
You just need to pick them up,
Make a path with them,
Let your path guide observers,
And if you can't write,
Walk down somebody's else's path first,
First poem I've written, to anybody who reads this is hope you enjoyed it and it made you day a little better
 Feb 2020 tenielle
I didn’t see you
until you saw me
and I didn’t love you
until you loved me
and you didn’t leave me
but I left you
and you don’t look heartbroken
but i do.
 Feb 2020 tenielle
Fist to face, Pen to paper
Words of disgrace, poetry is safer
 Jan 2020 tenielle
 Jan 2020 tenielle
The waves fall over the rocks
The same way you stumble for her
Quickly and all at once  
Crashing and hitting at big impact
Slowly eroding your soul
 Jan 2020 tenielle
waiting patiently for my resurrection
as flames lick wildly at my flesh
someone once said to me, solemnly,
"through the fire we're born again,"
only in a baptism of holy white serpents,
can i cleanse my skin of your hands

it was my turn i suppose
to be broken down to my atoms,
shattered like cosmic debris in the sickening dark,
as it had once been waylie's or even poor valerie's,
bitten too ravenously to be veiled as love,
too hot to be satiated with your ice cold gun

your threats terrify me because i know your mind
but do you know i'll go down fighting?
an endless barrage of ominous phone calls
or tailing from strange cars
will never break my resilience nor
will the fear of blowback from foreign men

i can still taste the liquor and feel the cold on my skin
from the river by downtown, filled with bodies and vile sins
i can feel you biting my ******* and choking me with your-
you haunt my nightmares, ravaging my thighs
black bruises and torn skin - proof that i'm not dreaming
dreams you killed us both wake me up screaming

you were the final straw, the match
as my world went up in flames
but i will bloom again from the ashes
i am stronger than they all say
u think ur scarface, but ur just a demon
i don't know if u expected me to love u like they did
but ur delusional and a total creep.
u thought i would stay silent
and crumble under it all,
but i'm better than that - stronger than that
and i will fight day after day.
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