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Jul 2018 · 172
idk the title
Maria Bojko Jul 2018
"you're taller
than i
remember."


-my way of saying i miss you


Eloise Night
not mine but its sooo good ngl
Apr 2018 · 91
god damn
Maria Bojko Apr 2018
i quite enjoyed the look on her face when i replied dryly that
god was a widower too
ha wow okay thanks for reading my two line poem its very short sorry
Apr 2018 · 433
i saw her
Maria Bojko Apr 2018
the first time i saw her i was left in a spiral of awe
the second time i saw her i was left unprepared
the third time i saw her i noticed her laugh brought tears to my eyes
the fourth time i saw her i finally had enough courage to say hi
she brightened my week with a simple smile
i felt a deep longing for something that was right in front of me
i never thought love was real
never thought
and i had not known what it was to be alive until she took my hand
every cell in my body longed her touch once more
melodies played in my head
violins playing sweet euphonies
when our eyes met orchestras erupted in my mind
the sun burned brighter than ever before
the moon gasped at her beauty
the stars didn't even stand a chance

the next time i see her maybe she will see me too
aaaaaaaaghhhhhh this is a really bad poem im sorry
Apr 2018 · 456
a chemical imbalance
Maria Bojko Apr 2018
doctor says take a pill everyday and you’ll start to feel like yourself again.
normal even.

day 1 pill 1. i don’t seem to feel any different. do i? maybe i do? i don’t know.
day 8 pill 7. i missed a dose and felt nothing maybe these pills don’t really have an affect.
day 14 pill 13. i’m feeling happier. it’s good to feel this way again.
day 20 pill 19. i’m possibly euphoric.
day 32 pill 30. missing a pill makes my head feel woozy.
day 49 pill 47. happiness is a chemical influence. i’ve been feeling numb towards the worst of situations.
day 63 pill 61. i have mastered the art of losing. losing to these little white drugs taking over my mind and body day by day. i feel helpless against my attackers.
day 64 pill 62. this ecstatic behaviour is not normal. my mind is filled with thoughts that cannot get expressed. my body expresses my happiness but not my fear, my pain or my anger.
day 65 pill 63. i definitely feel different. no ifs and or buts, i most certainly feel different. is it a good type of different though?
day 66 pill 63. i’ve missed a dose again, but this time on purpose. i refuse to take another pill. my mind is gone and my body is deteriorating with it.
day 132 pill 63. i am myself again. This is me, i may not be the definition of perfection, but bit by bit i’ve realized no one can be. not everyone is like this. maybe i'm one of the lucky ones.

-mb
this poem is yet to be finished. i think

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