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  Jan 2018 Hidden Glade
Mia Kay James
I contradict myself.
I am in love with the human body,
for it is delicate and intricate.
I believe all bodies should be cherished because
they all hold some form of beauty.
Yet I also believe that
I will never be good enough-
Horribly insecure and
loathing the flesh that wraps itself
around my bones.
Some days,
I am in love with the different parts
of my body,
like my hazel eyes that sparkle in sunlight or
the romantic curve of my lips or
the way my wrists reveal the blue veins underneath.
Other times,
I despise myself.
Tears well up and fog my vision.
With quivering lips,
I reach for a blade to cut out
those god forsaken veins.
Why can't I love myself as much as
I love everything and everyone else?
I am in love with the human body,
but for some reason,
only mine is
not good enough.
I contradict myself in ways like this.
And I hope to god I am the only one who feels this way.
  Jan 2018 Hidden Glade
MAG
You
when I see you.
time doesn't slow but it blows past me at lightning speed, my heart slows.. pumping the same amount of adoration as always.. everyone fades around me and it's just you that I see..
when I hear you.
I listen closely every time you're around so that way my mind has a perfect print of your voice waves, a perfect memorization of things you say and when you are happy or sad. A perfect enabler to help me identify where you are mentally and emotionally.
when I think of you.
my hectic mind always filled with worry and self consciousness straightens up, one thought of you at a time... I remember the way you look when you smile the way your lips curl upwards at the sides when you look over at me...
when I speak to you.
my hands still get a little sweaty and my heart pumps a little faster, but I'm so content with you... I've memorized your laugh but it's never enough that I don't crave hearing it. every sentence you speak is important when it's directed to me or when it's about me. I listen so closely so I can always remember what that voice sounds like.
when i feel you.
whether my arms are wrapped around you or you're just leaning on me when you're tired or wanting to be close. my breathing slows and my care for you continues to grow... the comfort of being so close to you hearing your heart beat or even just your breathing, it calms the storm within me like nothing else ever has.
when I love you.
you'll know it's with all my heart, it makes me nervous and at the same time it feels like home. I no longer think of home as the house I live in but a place in your arms, a place around you, a place where I look into your eyes and I see that glint of happiness or even the anger or sadness. when I love you, this heart will be at peace and it may be the death of me or the thing that makes my heart pump steady and my mind never think about it stopping for anything. ~m.a.g
Well i do hope to see a reaction towards anything i happen to write and post on here. But nothing is promised, just enjoy :)
  Jan 2018 Hidden Glade
fnshfq
it hurt too much to bear

i feel for a blade
hidden in a trusted place

i felt it on my wrist
cold and sharp
thirsty

i feel my tongue under my fingertips
as i went deeper
purging

i felt both my hands
knuckles deep in my hair
pulling

then i felt nothing

nothing but a stinging wrist
a burning throat
and a sore scalp

but at least my soul was numb

for now.
  Jan 2018 Hidden Glade
Kimberly
You love my light, but can you embrace my darkness?
My madness, my neurosis, my insecurities?
You love my laugh, but can you love my tears and my scars and my pain as deeply as you love my joy?
You're willing to bask in my glistening iridescent infinite divine red aura splattered in gold tones...but will you be there when I'm unable to lift myself from the abyss of my ever churning, ever condemning, overthinking mind?
You want to celebrate my successes, but are you willing not to be overly critical of my failed attempts?
Are you willing to encourage me and believe in me when I can't do it for myself?
I'm simultaneously
happy and sad,
hot and cold,
unfettered and bound,
knowing and ignorant,
open and closed,
sure and unsure,
deep and shallow,
obsessed and unconcerned
...can you handle that?
Can you handle me?
Is it too dizzying of a realization that every part of me has a deep opposing counterpart?
Will you stay?
Will you leave? If so- I've just given you permission to do whatever you feel that you need...

You can't have my light without my darkness. You can't have my joy and discard my pain. You can't have my sanity without my insanity. You can't gather the things that you like and discard the ugly parts, further fragmenting my already fragmented soul...

Every part of me longs to feel the warmth of the sun
Every part of me longs to shown off like a most prized possession
Every part of me longs to be nurtured and cared for and protected and validated
Not by everyone- but by YOU
I don't need them. I just need you
Every part of me longs to be seen by you
felt by
loved by
You.

Every. Part.

See my heart, ******* thoughts, feel the colors of my memories

Into me see

Intimacy

~KiCo!
  Jan 2018 Hidden Glade
ryn
he speaks loud but in ink

he thinks quietly in riddles

he writes surely in metaphors

oh how he voices but achieve only babbles
Hidden Glade Jan 2018
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̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅k̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅i̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅I̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅v̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅f̷̲̲̲̿̅i̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅f̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅c̷̲̲̲̿̅k̷̲̲̲̿̅i̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅g̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅k̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅f̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅f̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅b̲̲­̷̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅f̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅c̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅m̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅i̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅w̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅c̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅c̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅'̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅i̷̲̲̲̿̅v̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅w̷̲̲̲̿̅i̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅w̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅v̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅k̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅w̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅i̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅'̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅c̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅k̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅w̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅'̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅c̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅m̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅c̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅T̷̲̲̲̿̅H̷̲̲̲̿̅E̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅w̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅k̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅w̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅v̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅k̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅w̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅'̷̲̲̲̿̅v̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅k̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅p̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅'̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅w̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅d̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅j̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅v̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅m̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅f̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅i̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅c̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅n̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅b̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅c̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅'̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅j̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅s̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅x̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅c̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅l̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅w̷̲̲̲̿̅h̷̲̲̲̿̅a̷̲̲̲̿̅t̷̲̲̲̿̅ ̷̲̲̲̿̅y̷̲̲̲̿̅o̷̲̲̲̿̅u̷̲̲̲̿̅'̷̲̲̲̿̅r̷̲̲̲̿̅e̷̲̲̲̿̅
Expecting
Hidden Glade Jan 2018
How many times can you break someones heart?
When is too many?
Who decided that people should fall for each other
only to later fall from each other?
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