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Zoe Mae Jan 2018
I lay down at night in my bed all alone and my thoughts turn to you
Your bones were worn and your flesh a bit marked, certainly not brand new

And sometimes you creaked as I found my place between your shoulder and your arm
I remember feeling like we were all that exists and that I could never be harmed

Your rhythmic breath soon turned into a roar that rumbled up from the deep
And it comforted me with its familiar sound and lulled me right to sleep

Now as I lay wide eyed on a pillow top that may as well be cement
And crisp new sheets that rough up my skin I wonder where you went

Those days are long gone and I know it's my fault as I toss and turn all night
And a flowering quilt that came out of a box is all that holds me tight
Zoe Mae Jan 2018
Do I have to change in order to get "likes"
Is my style uncool or not expressive enough
Should I write about mountains and wind kissed flowers
Should I write like I read a thesaurus for hours
I admit it gets frustrating to get 500 views
And out of all that maybe 10 "likes" or few
Maybe I should write about love and falling trees
Maybe I should write like I would never speak
To me poems should be appeasing to the brain and the ear
Instead of sounding like a wannabe Shakespeare
I am who I am and I'll continue to write
But not about misty dawns or the pale moonlight
Zoe Mae Jan 2018
My skin is transparent
My heart made of glass
My lungs are construction Paper
Not built to last

My bones are just straw
My veins merely string
My spine is a willow branch
That can't hold up a thing

My brain is a flower
My nerves are pure ice
My soul is a memory
Caught in a vice
Zoe Mae Jan 2018
I'm right here but you can't see me
The truth is you don't want to
The truth is if you looked closely
You'd see nothing but contempt

I'm speaking but you don't hear me
The truth is you don't have to
The truth is if you listened
You'd hear nothing but dissent

I'm faking it but you won't notice
The truth is you never do
The truth is if you paid attention
You'd see my feelings are quite spent

I'm unhappy but you can't sense it
The truth is it wouldn't suit you
The truth is if you really cared for me
You would see my discontent
Zoe Mae Jan 2018
If you stare too long I'll disappear
Rub my skin hard and I go numb
Speak too loud and I won't hear
Come ******* nothing with your tounge
Inhale deep and smell my fear
Then like all others turn and run
Zoe Mae Jan 2018
I wish you'd go away
I'm tired of your voice
I hear it night and day
As though I have no choice
It's been over a year
Since I last saw your face
You looked just like a deer
But I was froze in place
I'm sure you've since moved on
While I dribble out this trite
And my voice is long gone
Like a black cat in the night
Zoe Mae Jan 2018
Why am I always afraid
I just don't know why
Is it cuz this bed I've made
Feels like a coffin in the sky

Floating over crowds alone
I never feel connected
This place doesn't seem like home
And I always get rejected

I may look human just like you
With two legs underneath
Two arms that don't know what to do
Wrapped round me like a sheath

A mouth that opens, words come out
Sometimes in a faint whisper
Other times I scream and shout
In the mirror at my sister

Two eyes that blink but do not see
A nose that does not smell
A feeling I'm not meant to be
And that this must be hell

If so then why is no one here
And I'm the only one
I feel my heart swollen with fear
And I just turn and run

Why am I always afraid
I can't figure why
Is it cuz this bed I've made's
My coffin in the sky
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