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Victoria Bravo Mar 2016
Today I woke up heavy
though I knew I felt empty
the way gravity has no pounds
but still weighs everything down

And I wanna say I'm crazy
because delusion can be easy
I'd like to say I'm wrong
See, I'm too much like mom

I'll stay strong through her memory
through waves of sorrow plenty
I know I feel her love
she says 'getting better starts within us'
Victoria Bravo Mar 2016
how do you love?
i can't imagine you've never given it
yet, you clearly lack the etiquette

how do you love?
you're transparent
but not in the way that light shines though

how do you love?
truthfully the question is no surprise
you know only lust in disguise

how do you love?
This poem isn't complete
Victoria Bravo Mar 2013
we step on cushioned treasures
and dream of words like rivers
we are slow to start but soon chase after them
more tenaciously than any dream

these words are how we feel put to a melody
i guess that's all we'll ever be
transparent little words -
making their way down the loneliest of streams

i made a wrong turn
and lost sight of everything
blinded by salt water
i know you don't believe in my struggle
Victoria Bravo Feb 2013
its been a while
since my eyes have seen a dry night
i don't know
who's to blame
if its worth any at all
blame, i mean
i know this isn't worth tears
yet they are eager to fall
they are willing to be seen
they are much braver than me
Victoria Bravo Feb 2013
sleep is such a petty and  unimportant thing
when i am with you
my eyes grow heavy
but my heart heavier
when sleep tries to pull me away

i'd rather live one thousand sleepless days
than ten you-less moments

i know you listen
you ask so many beautiful questions
i wonder where you keep all my silly answers
i'd rather you leave them all
than leave my side

an exhale
a step
driving 6 hours
in the wrongest direction
i miss you already
Victoria Bravo Feb 2013
winter is full

bursting at the seams

overflowing, contents rolling

i can’t keep up

my mind is the hare here

i am the tortoise again

memories, feelings flow form the sky

snowflakes drifting into ever-aching hands

they seem to be crashing

clumsily and carelessly

look out, look out
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