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Tess Nov 2021
We're fragile
Just like glass

Every time we break
I'm left to pick up the pieces

Every time I share my joy
You say I'm acting like a child

When I share my troubles
You say I'm being ungrateful

I do something wrong
And you raise your voice

I do something nice
And it goes by ignored

Now I lie here
In a pool of my own blood

Will this go unnoticed too?
Will you finally see my pain?

But don't you worry amor

A place far from you
Is a place where I can finally be at peace
Tess Nov 2021
You ask me why I stopped talking to you
You ask me what's wrong

How do you not realize
I can't do this with you
You're not for me

We're so alike
And yet so different, don't you think?

You would never leave to start an adventure in a new city with just your backpack on your shoulders
But I would.

You think dancing together at a party is embarrassing
But I've been dying to do that.

You think museums are boring
But I could spend hours getting lost in it.

You don't like meeting new people
But I find it fascinating.

And I need to be with someone,
Who gets me,
Who wants to do things I love,
Who laughs at my stupidest jokes,
Who I can spend hours with and it feels like minutes.

I'm sorry but I have to let you go
It's not you
It was never you.
  Jan 2021 Tess
Mitch Prax
I am sorry that
someone you loved made you think
it's so hard to love

6:35 PM
  Jan 2021 Tess
I write this poem
Because I have a question
A question I have been wanting to ask you
From the day that I met you

We talked and talked
Shared songs
Spoke about jobs
Read poems
Talked about school

We spoke with each other
Through messages
So I never got to know your voice
Your way of talking

You might see where I am going
So I'll ask it directly
Will you meet me
Over a cup of coffee?
Tess Oct 2020
Those words you say
Gives temporary happiness

But your actions
Make me hate love
this has been in my drafts for way too long and I thought I'd share it with the world
Tess Sep 2020
I can't remember anything, my memories don’t make sense.
My mind is crowded with no space for another tenant.
Unarranged thoughts take most of the space
Random sounds, noises, images, and videos keep playing
And I have no control over them
My dreams are trying to speak to me
But I hate them
Waking up feeling anxious
While the sun shines too bright in my room
The late summer heat starting to fill the space
Everything seems too bright
Like I'm not meant to be here right now
Maybe it's not my life, this one
But death doesn’t seem like a peaceful place either
It seems cold and dark and monstrous
But is anything more monstrous than the life we’re living in?
I can't remember
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