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tree Jun 2019
it's summertime!
a paradise, where children run barefoot in the lush green grass
kissed tenderly by the sunshine
playing until the sun goes down; grudgingly they go home
only to be greeted by late nights with pillow fights
sweet treats and anything good to eat
some may say it's the happiest time of the year
it's summertime!
maybe it's a time to go insane
surrounded by happiness, when all you feel is alone
but don't worry, i'm also a lonely soul in the crowd
yet summertime, could it change me ?

during summertime;
find me chasing after the yellow hues in my mind
which have, unfortunately, hidden in a corner
for fear of the others - the blues, the purples, the dark hued tyrants
but this summertime, maybe the light will be seen
and maybe
just maybe
i can become slightly closer to whole
and it's all thanks
to summer
the simplest definition of happiness
tree Jun 2019
bittersweet
two opposites

bitter
the taste that most everyone stays away from
bitter makes you
***** up your eyes in disgust
grimace at the terribly horrid taste on your tongue
but some love this taste; as i love you

sweet
the taste that most everyone loves
sweet makes you
close your eyes in delight
sigh at the wonderfully divine taste in your mouth
but some don't love this taste; as you didn't love me.

together what would we be? bittersweet?
who would want to taste such a thing?
i would; imagine grimacing at the taste of bitterness
but being surprised by the angelic taste of sweetness
exploding on your tongue
in other words, we would be perfect together
but what remains is that
i am only the aftertaste
and darling , you're the one in the spotlight
delicately, my hope fluttered away
breaking apart along the way
tree May 2019
i was in love with him once
he was the most imperfect soul i had ever known
but why was i drawn to that? i don't know
for i wasn't known for being imperfect
i was never sad, never had an ounce of hatred in my heart
my pure innocent heart was exposed to the horrors of the real world
thanks to him
yet why did i come back to him? for i was not
the one who cried. nor the one who gave
up. why did the only whole person fall in
love with the most broken person? she tried to help
him but only cut herself on his broken
shards. with every drop of her blood she fell more and
more in
love..

now i am still not the imperfect one
they call me smart, kind
empty compliments echo in my ears as i drown in
other's expectations. the most important word to me has
been removed. i am still the smart one. i am still the one who
is kind. but i am no longer
the one who
laughs.
my efforts to repair the pieces of the one i
loved were useless. for all it did was make
me bleed my happiness out where i
could never retrieve it
again.
please give me my laugh back
  May 2019 tree
sara
i would go blind
just to see you
shine your brightest

you are a brilliant light
but right now
you’re dimmed
you’re covered up
you’re not you

i want you
to become the bright light
that i know you can be
that i know you used to be

and i wish
oh so dearly
to see you at your brightest
even if it blinds me
even if i won’t ever see again

i could be happy
remembering that one glimpse
of you
shining
tree May 2019
where were you? my
umbrella, my saving
grace.

when i was standing in
rain, the drops littering my face like
tears

when the tears leaked
out and streamed down my face like
rain

where were you? my
umbrella, my saving
grace.

you never showed up when i
needed you.
you left me crying in the rain
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