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Flower Jul 28
“I’m in love with you,” he says in a dream
“I won’t leave you again,” he whispers in a haze
“I’ve always cared,” he breathes in a fantasy
“This time it’s real,” he mumbles as I slowly slip away
And I’ll stare down at my pillow
And cry
Because I lost him once again
I can’t stop having dreams about a boy I miss. I feel so safe with him until I wake up and feel the pain of losing him all over again. I want those dreams to be real and everlasting.
Flower 5d
The storm crashed
The thunder raged
The lightning crackled

But I was safe
Safe in your arms

The wind swirled
And my body dripped with rain

But I was safe
Safe with your body against mine

Your friends stared
Maybe they snickered

But I felt loved
Loved as the storm crashed around us
Flower Jul 29
God I miss you; I miss every bit of you
But I have to let you go
Goodbye to the boy with soft fluffy hair and golden eyes
Goodbye to the boy I would’ve stayed up to any hour to be with
Goodbye to the boy who made me feel more than I ever have before
Goodbye to every piece of you that cared and every piece that ran from me

Goodbye to the boy with the angelic voice
Goodbye to the boy with the strategic mind
Goodbye to the boy who always knew how to hurt me
Goodbye to the boy whose smile made it better
Goodbye to the boy I cried for
Goodbye my love who never quite was “my” love
I’ll see you again one day
Not super poetic (nothing I write is), but I wrote it as an exercise to let go
Flower Aug 6
The house feels so empty
Now that you’re gone
Each room feels vacant and lonely

I have no more friends here
Now that you’re gone
And I will miss you terribly
Flower Jul 27
I want more than anything to be enough for someone
Not too much, as Robert says
Just enough
Enough for a text back
Enough for a smile
Enough to love
Enough to fill the hole in someone's heart
As I so desperately wish someone would do for me
My friend told me the reason I haven’t found anyone isn’t because I’m not enough, it’s because I’m too much. So they use me. I just want to be just enough.
Flower Aug 5
When the girls in my grade argue
They come for each others appearances
It’s a game of fat and flat thrown back and forth
“Your stomach hangs over your pants like a waterfall”
“I hate girls with mosquito bite *****”
And it makes me worry
What if I were to argue with one of them?
What would they say about me then?

The girls who fight are objectively beautiful
Tiny noses and full chests
Long eyelashes and smooth hair
I’m not like those girls
What if I were to fight?
The truth would come out

Everyone calls me beautiful
But I promise it isn’t true
Because those same people send me videos on weight gain
Encourage me to wear push up bras
Ask me if I don’t wear shorts because my legs are so skinny
Beg me to straighten my hair
Call me a “books over looks” kind of person

I hear them talk to each other
“Stunning”
“Beautiful”
“Gorgeous”
But when their subject walks away
Those words disappear
In fact they’ll often take a negative turn

One day
I’m going to get into a fight
And the truth will come pouring out
And It’ll sting
But I’ll feel no surprise
Because it happens to the beautiful girls in my grade
So it will certainly happen to me
Flower Aug 8
I sent my last message a week ago
A simple, passive, “hi”
Nothing meaningful or deep
Not a speech to make you cry
But you still didn’t respond
And so eternally I’ll lie

Pretend I never texted
Pretend I didn’t care
Pretend your lack of presence doesn’t make me pull my hair
Pretend your pretty face
And your stupid, fed-up glare
Don’t make me wish and crave to be the subject of your stare

But besides all of that longing
You know what’s worst of all?
I truly wholly believed
That you were going to call
Flower Jul 28
Someone once told me I’m “too kind for this world”
Many would agree with this statement, for that’s the only side of me they’ve ever seen

One girl knows the truth, however
She knows I’m not kind at all
She knows that being around me is a risk

My anger could explode
Any second now
Like an alarm clock rapidly ticking
When will it ring?
She never knows

But when the clock finally chimes
She knows who will bear the force of it
She knows who will withstand my fury
It’s always her

She’s steady as I berate her
But I see the hurt on her face
Clear as day to me
Carefully masked with a snarky expression
She doesn’t want me to know it stings
But I do
And yet I continue

My poor little sister
I am terrible to my younger sister. Just now I blew up at her again. She deserves so much better than this but I can’t figure out how to stop altogether. I get better for a while but bad habits die hard
Flower 7d
That old Spanish test
The one we both failed
Was a reminder

We discussed it in hushed whispers
Outraged at our grades
That paper served as a reminder

A physical item tracing back to a true memory
A fragment of the glorious past
A reminder that once it really happened
I was looking through my old work from school and came across this test we’d both failed. It was crazy to see it; proof that I didn’t imagine everything. Proof that once it truly happened
Flower Aug 8
Say it again, please
Let those words trail from your lips one more time
Tell me I’m beautiful
Tell me I’m smart
Tell me I’m worthy
I need you to
I need to hear them
Even if it’s just once more
Maybe that will be enough
Maybe then I’ll believe you
I need constant reassurance of my worth from the people around me
Flower Aug 8
Two boys liked me
Neither chose me
And so I’ve been left here
Craving one and missing the other
Knowing that really I wasn’t a choice at all

Two boys cared for me
Neither committed to me
And so I cry at night
Longing them and grieving myself
Knowing that neither of them was ever my love
Repost because it received no attention last time (hoping for better)
Flower Aug 8
I want to feel love
I want to kiss in the rain and laugh as our clothes become soppy and heavy
I want to squeeze his hand before the drop of the rollercoaster
I want to stare into his eyes for hours
I want to sing silly little duets
I want to hold him while he sobs into my shoulder
I want to write him pages and pages of love letters
I want to be the poem instead of the poet
But will anybody want that from me?
Inspired by a line from a friend’s poem!
Flower Aug 8
A yearner
To yearn
How would you define?

A cry sweet for love that seems quite so benign
Or a soft spoken whisper you’ll never confine

A wave in the ocean that tumbles and churns
Or a hot summer day that continues to burn

A sunflower turning its face to the sun
Or a butterfly fluttering about on a run

All these descriptions seem vaguely discreet
Because true earnest yearning is quite obsolete

The yearners have lived and the yearners have died
And those of us left are beginning to cry
This is different than what I’ve written before and I’m not sure if I like it, but I’m experimenting
Flower 1d
"I don't love him anymore"
I say with conviction
So then why does it sting so much
When I hear about him with her
See his "I miss you" text to her
And remember
That that could've been me
Flower Aug 16
I hate sharing what I consider true vulnerability with my family
I’ll tell them I failed a test
But never how insecure I am
My mom thinks I’m this glowing confident girl
She thinks I don’t care about what others think of me
Care about boys
Or drama
None of it
In her mind, I am secure and mature
But I’m not
I hate myself so much
I hate my flat chest
My unruly hair
My wide nose
My skinny body
My red hands
My huge ears
My uneven eyes
But I’ll never let them know
I’ll call my sister beautiful and pretend her prettier face doesn’t make me squirm

I’ll keep my vulnerability hidden from them
Flower Aug 4
Splashing waves
Screaming in terror
Scrambling to grip
Soaring through the air
Smoothly landing
Smiling faces

Seeing the wave
Scraping the handles
Swearing your fate
Shutting your eyes
Spinning uncontrolled
Slamming the sea
Each year during the summer I travel to meet my family and we go tubing behind our boat. It is such a source of joy for me
Flower Aug 8
I have been called many things in my life
Know-it-all and ditzy
Forceful and submissive
Serious and silly
Everyone has a different version of me in their head

And god, I can’t figure out what anyone wants
All of these words have been insults
Am I too much or too little?

I want to be like the girls who get along with everyone
Who can take a joke without anger but know how to clap back
Playful and fun but not stupid and fluffy

Everytime I try I just become insufferable
I don’t float with ease above the surface like they do
I plummet into the depths
Or I soar above the clouds
Entirely missing my intended goal

Please teach me to be likeable
I’m begging you
Someone
Instruct me
Mold me
Make me the way I should be
Flower 7d
And do you know that feeling
When you’re about to cry?

It creeps up your throat
Making that sizzling sound as it goes

And you fight so hard
To push it down
To keep it down
To hide it away?

It’s the same feeling with the words
“I love you”
They burn in your throat
Hurt your eyes
Torture your mind

But you push them down
Because if you spit it out
You’d be pushing him away

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