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Elsa Mar 2020
Remember when we became best friends?

Remember when you told me that we'd always have each other and no one else?

Remember when you once said that we would always be there for each other,
no matter what?

Remember those days where we could tell each other secrets and actually keep them to ourselves?

   Remember when we told each other the truth no matter what it was or how hurtful it could be?

Remember when all of these things became memories we once knew,
cause you forgot about me.

Or how you weren't there through the bad,
only the good,
and how you went around telling everyone my secrets,
my demons!

You lied, and I hope that if or when you read this,
you'll be able to feel the pain, sorrow, and the embarrassment that I felt when I found out that the one person I once trusted,
with all my pain and suffering decided to put them out for all them to see.

It's like I'm on a stage,
in a cage,
like a wild animal,
for all to see.

All these eyes on me, and the only ones I see ae yours staring back at me.

Do you hear me calling,
reaching out for you help,
while you walk away?
Elsa Mar 2020
Under the stars and in the grass,
were crickets chirp and fireflies burn.
That's where you and I lay awake,
while the city sleeps miles away.
Elsa Jan 2020
Death is inevitable.

No one can escape it,
not even the innocent can.

Some can choose when death greets them,
but for others it greets them far to soon.

Death wears the same face,
no matter who it takes.

It looms over each of us and smiling wickedly as it choses its next victim.

Its a plagued disease,
going to and from.
Elsa Dec 2019
No matter how hard she tried to distract herself,
his eyes were forever burned into her mind;

Hard, yet soft.
Relentless, yet hesitant.
Dark, yet filled with light.
Fearful, yet calm.
Emotionless, yet heavy.

She wanted to understand them,
to understand him.
She wanted to see him in person again,
not just in her head.
But all she could do was dream.
Elsa Dec 2019
Everyday it’s the same thing being asked :

“Are you okay?”

And everyday it’s the same response:

“I will be...someday..”
Elsa Dec 2019
Whose heart is that?
I think I know.
It’s owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of great woe,
I watch him frown.
I cry a whispered "hello".

He gives his heart a shake,
and sobs until the tears make.
The only other sounds that break.
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The heart is dark,
deep yet clear.
But he has promised to keep.
Until then he shall not sleep.
He lies in bed with ducts that weep.

He rises from his bitter bed with thoughts of sadness in his head. He idolizes being dead.
Facing the days with never ending dread.
Elsa Nov 2019
My memories came back in the form of butterflies flying in a summer breeze. Looking at them closely, see the broken and full butterflies flying near, those are the one that carries the bad and depressing memories, notice how they stay close to me, how many there seems to be. Those are the only memories I can truly remember. They never seem to stray too far. Now looking further are the healthy, bright and colorful butterflies that fly beyond arms reach, they carry my happiest memories. Notice how little in numbers they are?
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