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You took pills
To take your thoughts away
Red, violet, and blue
Were your favorite colors
You say
Red, violet, and blue
Are what took
Your life away
Sometimes it’s not love that does the damage, it’s the pain after love that does the damage
Sun
She looked at him like he was the sun,
In that she never looked at him,
Except out of frustration.

She complained when he was gone,
But she never looked.

On days he was stronger, she hid from him
On days he was muted, she complained.

She never looked at him until he was leaving,
And in the beauty of the sunset she wondered how,
She'd never seen him before
Found this on Tumblr a while ago, felt I’d share it
 Jan 2019 Heather McCorkle
Raven
The most bittersweet thing I’ve gotten from life is that I understand my worth, yet I still want to die.
 Jan 2019 Heather McCorkle
Meghan
hello,
have you been
well?
i guess not,
for your attention
in my poem
could tell
sorry if this nurse
took so long
in finding
the perfect words
to cure
your soul
first,
strip your clothes
and
stand at the mirror
gaze at the
creature with
the foggy figure
there's
a sinkhole
in those eyes
and a temporary
stitch whenever
you would
smile
the collarbone
which hides,
suffocates from the
blanket of skin
with
sickening lies
it penetrated
and
corrupted your mind
ignored the
fact and just
romanticized
the beast
will **** you,
please
don't find
it ****
the chaos is screaming
later on
you'll be
empty
i know how
a reflection
cries
you lost yourself
you lost you
it's like
having a stray cat
beneath your
tissues
a wandering stranger
sails from
the memories
of truth
overflowing blood
choaked
your dilemmas
too
it mimicked the
fire of hell
in those
shoes
the greatest harm
you'll ever
cause you
but why a
nurse
and not a
doctor?
listen here,
you are your
fighter
the cure and the pain,
which decision
will define?
all i can
say is,
save yourself
from death,
because
it hasn't
deseved you yet
go ahead
and fight your
way to life
I suffered from these issues. And I don't have to wait to heal completely so i could serve my people.
 Jan 2019 Heather McCorkle
k
Longing
 Jan 2019 Heather McCorkle
k
When I look at you
my heart aches
I am uprooted
like a tree in a hurricane
I am floating away
in an ocean full of sorrow
I am stricken with
the burden of love
when I look at you
my heart longs
to belong with yours
Everything mocks me,

the sameness of time lingers upon the air,
just lightly signifying its presence,
and crucial things take a backseat, as I look
through the backview mirror of
my monochromatic life.

One year slips, silkily smooth, into the next;
numbers are what have changed,
and January is just another month
to pass-by; a blurry haze in which
we're caught up...

everything mocks me.
Our love
Was destined to fail
Instead of seeing me
For all the things I was
You saw me
For all the things I was not
It took me a long time to realize I was good enough all along.
One smile from her
and the world fell in love.
Her beauty was breathtaking,
but it wasn't traditional.
she was beautiful because
she was wholly herself.
No masks.
No pretenses.
She was rare.
Effortless.
She was FREE!!
Boldly claiming to the world,
"This is me. Here I am!"
And the world?
They were afraid.
But that didn't matter.
They couldn't tear her down.
She was untouchable!
Doubts
can consume your soul,
destroy your
dreams
and
every
inch
of your hope.
Artists are often
broken people
using the fragments of themselves
to create something new
and although
being healed
feels so complete
sometimes i want to be broken again
sometimes i want open wounds
so i can use the blood
to paint sunsets
so i can use the torn off pieces of skin as a canvas
so i can carve
masterpieces with the jagged bones left behind
but I can't bring myself to break my own heart in the name of Art
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