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Victoria Ruth Mar 24
a boy was once
everything to me
I left to get my degree
so young and fragile
wore my cap and tassel
set out to find what
it is i’ve been looking for
only to find it was not him

a man was once
nothing to me
just a sight to see
from across the bar
until I got in his car
and found what it is
i’ve been needing all along
he’s holding my hand
and he’s playing that song

two nights later
in the kitchen light
of his quaint little home
I danced with the man
who I met at the bar
he made me understand
just how naive boys are

two years later
in stain glass light
of the church down the road
I am meant to marry the man
but he never showed.
Victoria Ruth Jan 11
Do I fall in love with everyone I meet?
Could just be a stranger on the street.
Do I see the pain behind their eyes?
Could convince me I’m to advise?
Do I feel I can help everyone grow?
It’s my own self I barely know.
Do I fall in love with everyone I meet?
Do flashed smiles skip my heartbeat?
Do you have something I find sweet?
I feel so miserably incomplete?
Do I fall in love with everyone I meet?
Victoria Ruth Nov 2020
The ball drops, it’s twelve o’clock
This a new year twenty-twenty
Pots and pans bang down the block
Celebrating new hopes for many
But shortly in, hope was crushed
When an outbreak came among us
To the hospital everyone rushed
About a new virus they made a fuss
What is this new virus you ask?
It’s called corona and it acts fast
We’re all told to wear a mask
And it seems that this too will last
That’s not all, there’s fires too
Australian woods are in flames
We think not much we all can do
And flip the channel to our games
What’s this? There has been a crash?
Kobe Bryant is down in his plane
The world is shocked, in a flash
They do all they can in his name
Next riots are sprung across cities
From the death of George Floyd
People chant all sorts of ditties
Meanwhile everything is destroyed
Shootings, explosions, and more fire
Twenty-twenty is spiraling down
Such little hope left to inspire
The people of your own town
A new president will carry hope
That we can turn this all around
All we have left to do is vote
And our lost year can be found
They say to prepare for the worst
But yet to hope for the best
Many believe this year is cursed
Twenty-twenty one, you’re up next
Victoria Ruth Apr 2018
Twinkle twinkle little bar
How I wonder, where you are?
Make me feel oh so high
Like a planet in the sky

Twinkle twinkle little bar
How I wonder, where we are?

When the feeling goes away
When I beg for you to stay
Then all I can see is black
Twinkle Twinkle, take me back
Twinkle Twinkle little bar
How I wonder, where you are?
Victoria Ruth Mar 2017
A conversation with my love on my anxiety:

"I'm afraid of everything"
"There's nothing to be afraid of"
"Even my fears have fears"
"Your only enemy is you my love"
"I cannot help but shake"
"I'll catch anything you drop"
"I cannot help but cry"
"Each tear that falls I will stop"

I look down.

"I know you're rehearsing replies"
"But my thoughts are all over"
"You must lighten your mind"
"You've got great composure"
"Baby quit being so insecure"
"I can feel their eyes on mine"
"They're only admiring you"
"It sends chills to my spine"

He tilts my head up.

*"There's nothing to be afraid of"
"But darling I'm so afraid"
"They're people not monsters"
"It's my instinct to evade"
"Soon this will be behind you"
"My heart is beating fast"
"Inhale, exhale, breathe slow"
"It's no use I'm an outcast"
Victoria Ruth Nov 2016
I lay in bed listening to the rain
Falling against my windowpane
Soothing but still I cannot sleep
All I can do is think and weep

I wonder when did I get like this
Constantly thinking of those I miss
Worrying about how I’ll end up
Draining the coffee from my cup

It’s 2 AM now I think think think
Further into myself I sink sink sink
My bed is cold and filled with tears
I Feel like I’ve been awake for years

Insomnia has gotten the best of me
My eyes are open, but I barley see
The world is fuzzy through my eyes
Each night another piece of me dies
Victoria Ruth Aug 2016
another night has passed me by
another boy to write about in ink
this stories not unique although
we did **** on the bathroom sink
as for talking we did none of that
just locked eyes until we knew
that within the next few moments
you were for me and I was for you
hand wrapped around my neck
forcing me to beg and pled for air
hand caressing down my back
reaching to the end to pull my hair
your lips kissing me slow then fast
as if they taunted me like a dare
and those ******* wide eyes
made me weaker with each stare
when I finally came to my senses
get dressed and lit my cigarette
your eyes no longer matched mine
instead they filled quick with regret
I knew then this night would pass
you'd be the boy I write about in ink
because I never got the courage
to ask you what you really think
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