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Masha Yurkevich Oct 2019
The seconds

t
i
c
k

by.

With each, I am more ready to die.

He said he would
never
leave me.

He said he was gonna
love me deeply.

He said he was never gonna let me
d
o
w
n.

He said he would make a smile
out of each frown.

He said
and I
believed.

Because of him,
it's all this grieve.

The seconds tick by,
inviting me to come.

To join a world that it so
different than this one.

It wouldn't take long,
and soon I'd be there.

No pain, no fear,
and I wouldn't care.

And may this world do whatever
is in its desire.

Flood,
erupt,
or burn down in fire.

And I'd go right now,
and I'd be real glad.

But it's my best friend who's holding me down,
saying that my idea's kinda bad.

She says I should stay,
get along,
let it go...

And with her help,
I'll get through,
I know.


An experience one of my friends had when her relationship went down in flames.
I was so glad that I could help her when she was in this miserable state.
And I'm glad that it had a good ending to it.
Masha Yurkevich Oct 2019

You said you never would.

You said it be real pain.

You said it'd cost too much.

But now my tears are

f
a
l
l
i
n
g

like rain.


You're causing me to fall apart.

I knew there was something about you
from the start.


Yet something about you...


I have no idea...
Masha Yurkevich Oct 2019


It's ok to
fall apart.

Tacos fall apart
and we
still love them.


Right?

Also, I'm just a bit hungry...
Masha Yurkevich Oct 2019


How can you tell what's on
your heart?

What is the most important thing
that you think about?


The last thought you have before going to sleep

and

the first thought you have when you
wake up.


Just quickly wrote this down before bed because it wouldn't stop bothering me.
Masha Yurkevich Sep 2019

Flat tire?
Give it some air.

A tear in your clothes?
Stitch it up.

Dead car battery?
Use a jump start.

Ripping tights?
Add a drop of nail polish remover.

Loose nail?
Use a hammer.

Clock stop working?
Change the batteries.

Bleeding finger?
Get a Band-Aid.

Squeaky door?
Use some oil.

Not feeling well?
Go see a doctor.

Broken heart?
Not a cast,
not any amount of duct tape,
not any doctor,
not any batteries,
no type of stitch,
no kind of Band-Aid
no matter how much money you have,
will never fix it.


But if anyone has any ideas, I'm ready to listen.
Masha Yurkevich Sep 2019

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89
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101



They go on and on.

An example of life?
Perhaps.

In life, you can only count on yourself.
And when you take out all the
little factors
of your life,
you are the only
1
left.


Count on yourself. Believe in yourself.

*Note: I've been thinking about prime numbers a lot recently, and so I decided to make something out of it. I know it's not really a poem, but here it is anyways.
I hope you enjoy.
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