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Alaska Apr 2016
I'll never forget the time
you laughed at me
when I told you I was
stupid for scratching at my face viciously,

leaving me with a scab
under the bags of my right eye.

I stood there crying as you laughed.

Who knew that would be
the start of my anxiety attacks.
Alaska Apr 2016
I hate the way
my voice sounds,
because sometimes
it comes off loud and
sometimes I give an attitude
when I honestly do not mean to.

But no one believes me.

I was raised in loudness.
Constant yelling, screaming , shouting , and rudeness.

I am coated with hatred.

Nothing calm, sweet and nice to be found, not even in the corners of my home.

I'm sorry.
I'm truly kind and caring,
only somewhat broken,
I promise.
Alaska Apr 2016
People should not be ashamed for feeling.
I'm not sorry for the way I felt about you
Because it only seemed to be a phase,
that's why I've let my emotions out
through words rather than pouring
out my soul to you.
And to the next person I fall for,
let it be known it's most likely a phase,
don't expect me to spill at all.
We as humans should not be ashamed of loving one another, sometimes people slip and fall into the trap, sometimes it's a phase, don't worry you will get through it. I'm just sick of people getting tormented for having feelings for someone and being ashamed for the way they feel, we're all human and it happens. If it doesn't work out or if it's a phase, you will move on and it's going to be okay.
Alaska Apr 2016
Did I mention I
miss the way your mouth
would form into a smile?

The way your teeth would
show, along with your dimples,
crescents on the corners of your
mouth.

I adored your smile.
Alaska Apr 2016
One thing I do miss about you is:
your hands.

The way they would poke
and grasp me.

The way they
felt against my skin.

So gentle,
yet rough.
Alaska Apr 2016
The parts of me that you broke
are all mended,
but the parts from my past,
don't seem like they're
going to mend together
again.
Alaska Apr 2016
I'm dipping into my past pain
to distract myself from today's pain.
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