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The Wonderess May 2020
I wish someone
Would give me
That Look...

You know the one
Where they read
You, like
You’re their
Favorite book.
This was random, and not at all an indication of my literary competence but I think I’m done showing off my vocabulary for the day. I want my last piece for today to showcase my feelings, to which I hope you all can relate. If I ever meet the love of my life I want him to admire me and be intrigued by my every detail, the way a person is mesmerized by their favorite piece of literature.
The Wonderess May 2020
Crumbling beneath
The boulders,
Of the burdens
On her shoulders

She sits collapsed
On the cold concrete,
Curled up under
A blanket of defeat

Between two kneecaps
clamped head,
Whilst leaning against
The lonesome bed

Tear stains
Mark her face
A painting of
Sheer disgrace

Silent screams
Over her plight
Echo through
The empty night

Knowing that No amount
Of pills and potions
Can cure her of these
Horrid emotions  

She clasps a knife
gasps for breath
Clings onto life
dreams of death

They have sight
But refuse to see
That writing is
Her remedy

Unable to fulfill
Her purpose
She feels utterly
Worthless...
When I am unable to write I feel as though my life has no purpose. Can of my fellow poets relate?
The Wonderess May 2020
She has been my greatest lover
My truest companion
My safe haven
My everything
Without her
I am no one,
Nothing
The Wonderess May 2020
That the one I love most finally wakes up from his perfect illusion of me and sees me the way that I see myself.
The Wonderess May 2020
Let go of all the pain of the past and feel how much lighter your journey to the future becomes.
The Wonderess Apr 2020
I’d rather you tell me
That you hate me to
My face.

Because I know you
Don’t give a ****
In any case.

So what’s with the chit-chat
And wasting of
Breath

Would you come to my
Funeral, pretend-cry
At my death?
The Wonderess Apr 2020
They say that I’m
Too much to
Handle

Yet they never seem
To handle me with
Care

They say that I’m
Unable to
Trust

Yet they break it the
Moment I’m not
There

They say that I’m
Far too
Insecure

Yet they won’t
Help me
Heal

They say I’m
Cold and
Uncaring

Yet they ignore
What I
Feel

They say that I‘m
unable to
Listen

Yet they are the
Ones who can’t
Hear

They say I’m
Afraid of
Love

Yet there is
so much to
Fear...
Sometimes people make as though we are unable or unwilling to love yet  they and others have treated us in a way that has made us so apprehensive to lend our hearts out. Love is a two way street...
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