"bridgers" poems - Hello Poetry

Deleting old pictures, Scraping the bones From memories that sting When we were happy and didn't know That your feelings would change Like a switch to a light Like the seasons, or seconds Like day to night And I wanted to hold on, but I knew it when you chose flight Now I'm looking at my walls Deciding what to do next How can I move on, when you were the best? Your mind always wooed me, despite your chaotic and dark eyes You were Hades to my Persephone But you won't be back this winter's time Now 'Motion sickness' by Phoebe Bridgers Is playing on repeat The lyrics are heaven When my heart is taking Hell's heat I'm healing from this whiplash, What the hell happened? It was a waiting car wreck And I carelessly kept my seatbelt unfastened But Phoebe is keeping me company And her music is like a drug Distracting me from my enemies And keeping my heart numb I just thought you were the one.

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Dec 23, 2019

Dec 23, 2019 at 2:56 PM UTC

myra-harman

Phoebe Bridgers

Deleting old pictures, Scraping the bones From memories that sting When we were happy and didn't know That your feelings would change Like a switch to a light Like the seasons, or seconds Like day to night And I wanted to hold on, but I knew it when you chose flight Now I'm looking at my walls Deciding what to do next How can I move on, when you were the best? Your mind always wooed me, despite your chaotic and dark eyes You were Hades to my Persephone But you won't be back this winter's time Now 'Motion sickness' by Phoebe Bridgers Is playing on repeat The lyrics are heaven When my heart is taking Hell's heat I'm healing from this whiplash, What the hell happened? It was a waiting car wreck And I carelessly kept my seatbelt unfastened But Phoebe is keeping me company And her music is like a drug Distracting me from my enemies And keeping my heart numb I just thought you were the one.

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Aug 31, 2021

Aug 31, 2021 at 11:46 AM UTC

internetgirl

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6 years old loves barbies plays outside learning to ride a bike shes getting taller 9 years old loves chapstick flavors walks outside rides her bike everywhere she is the tallest in her class 14 years old loves mascara runs outside to burn off the cupcake bike sits alone she is the biggest in her class 16 years old loves black runs lines down her arms, she doesnt see the sun she drives around for hours thinking about everything but nothing she is shrinking 18 years old loves loneliness runs and runs and runs from herself she drives around hoping that she will be strong enough to make it home she is breaking slowly 20 years old loves skipping meals goes running until she feels like she's going to pass out, then runs another mile she drives around thinking about her suicide attempt and thinks about heading home she doesn't even know if home is a place or a feeling or if its real lines going up her thigh now because she found out that wrists make people worry 23 years old loves medicine and **** and alcohol goes running and then to work and then tries to sleep but never can so she turns on phoebe bridgers and goes on a drive at 3am she decided that home was a place on her childhood roof looking at the stars but her parents sold the house she got a tattoo instead of making her own scars because if she’s going to be in pain anyways someone might as well make art out of it- but she found the tattoo didn’t hurt her at all so the grid on her thigh came back anyways. people don't understand the process of self destruction it started a long time ago and it will never end until she does.

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Oct 12, 2021

Oct 12, 2021 at 2:10 AM UTC

quiet-pointe

growing up

6 years old loves barbies plays outside learning to ride a bike shes getting taller 9 years old loves chapstick flavors walks outside rides her bike everywhere she is the tallest in her class 14 years old loves mascara runs outside to burn off the cupcake bike sits alone she is the biggest in her class 16 years old loves black runs lines down her arms, she doesnt see the sun she drives around for hours thinking about everything but nothing she is shrinking 18 years old loves loneliness runs and runs and runs from herself she drives around hoping that she will be strong enough to make it home she is breaking slowly 20 years old loves skipping meals goes running until she feels like she's going to pass out, then runs another mile she drives around thinking about her suicide attempt and thinks about heading home she doesn't even know if home is a place or a feeling or if its real lines going up her thigh now because she found out that wrists make people worry 23 years old loves medicine and **** and alcohol goes running and then to work and then tries to sleep but never can so she turns on phoebe bridgers and goes on a drive at 3am she decided that home was a place on her childhood roof looking at the stars but her parents sold the house she got a tattoo instead of making her own scars because if she’s going to be in pain anyways someone might as well make art out of it- but she found the tattoo didn’t hurt her at all so the grid on her thigh came back anyways. people don't understand the process of self destruction it started a long time ago and it will never end until she does.

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