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 Mar 2018 Marty
Midnight
It Hurt
 Mar 2018 Marty
Midnight
Your gaze
(So brief)
Into my eyes
And then away
Only to never
Acknowledge
Me again.

Our past
(It's over, no more)
Ablaze in flames
Did that contact
Albeit, brief
Burn you
Like it burned me?

I'm not going to lie
(I'm scarred)
It hurt
I'm hurt
I liked us
And I thought you did too
I'm sick of writing poetry about you and how you hurt me.
 Mar 2018 Marty
Amanda Kay Burke
How can I feel happy
When inside I'm torn apart?
How am I still able to love
With an aching broken heart?

What can stop your image
From haunting my tired mind?
What will it take for me
To finally leave you behind?

Who are you really underneath
The mask you wear on your skin?
Who am I without your presence
To fill me with devotion within?

When will this loneliness
Stop toying with my brain?
When are the memories
Going to spin down the drain?

Where has my confidence gone
Now that it's vacated my bones?
Where does that leave you and I
More or less than old texts in our phones?

Why does your ghost follow
Every measured step I take?
Why am I consumed by this
Savage pain each time I wake?
This might be part one in a series, I'm not sure yet. I've never done a series before or even attempted to but I ask myself so many questions mostly at night in bed. This barely scratches the surface.
 Mar 2018 Marty
Amanda Kay Burke
I am feeling less than human
No longer worthy of love
Each day i live out
What nightmares are made of

I am contemplating silence
The kind that doesn't end
That way I will never have to
Find out what lies around the bend

I am afraid of what I've become
I should leave while I still can
To split before I hurt someone
I think is the smartest plan

I should have known from the beginning
I would end up spiraling down
I thought i could avoid my fate
Now in addiction I drown

I'm only happy when I'm high
It is a temporary reprieve
from the pain so I cover up
marks on my arm with my sleeve

I have never felt like such a failure
Nor felt so frail and so weak
I've lost all my appetite
I can't find the will to speak

I wish I could beat the ache
Rise up and take my life back
If I were stronger then
I could get my life on track

Instead I hide my suffering
Hold the hurt I feel inside
Now everything that once was good
In me withered away and died

A flower in December
Once beautiful and innocent
My soul is no longer blooming
My petals are all bent

Is it too late to save myself
from the path I have chosen to walk on?
Can I rekindle the fire
Within or am I too far gone?

I want to believe there is still a chance
To change the person I am
I wish I was not this girl
Who would do anything for a gram

My life has been like this too long
To be exact: almost a year
I cannot remember when things went wrong
I do not know how I ended up here

I should have thought things through then
Before I took my first hit
Honestly I had no idea
How hard it would be to quit

First stage of change: acceptance
What is the second? I don't know
That is the problem, I'm ready
But have no clue where to go

I need to move an inch forward
Because my life is at stake
I want to feel how I used to
Before I made that fatal mistake
I have come so far since then and I am so proud of myself! Today is the two month mark for me being clean from ****** and I have been off suboxone for a week now I feel ****** but I know it can only get better from here on out. Some days are hard but ultimately nothing is worth the pain that comes with drug abuse. To everyone out there in recovery: STAY STRONG!
 Mar 2018 Marty
Saumya
There will be haters,
There will be admirers,
There will be observers,
There will be inspire-rs1',
There will be backstabbers,
And there will always be people,
Who'll either love you wholeheartedly,
Or hate you from each nucleus of there body,
Not always for a specific reason in both cases,
But for the soul you are.
Accept love, accept acceptance,
Wait not, when you receive nothing
But 'Ignorance'

You'll meet people,
Who'll change the meaning you've had for life,
Or maybe make your life
Way more meaningless than it ever was
for you.
People will come and go,
Like the seasons you know,
But remember, they will all teach you a lesson
that will help you grow.

Amidst this hustle and bustle,
Know, that life's but a puzzle,
Sometimes struggles too
Will indeed be inevitable,
For that's what may take you to success's pinnacle!
A chapter from my book, 'The Philosophical Lessons Life Taught".

Please lemme know how it was.
Thankyou for reading :)
 Mar 2018 Marty
She Writes
Fate
 Mar 2018 Marty
She Writes
I never truely bought in to the concept of fate
Until you touched my lips and my heart
At the same time
 Mar 2018 Marty
She Writes
He reminded me how to breathe
By leaving me breathless
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