"ilysm" poems - Hello Poetry

it’s starting to feel like I enjoy doing things that remind me of you like being emotionally unavailable or becoming untranslatable when I tell him something vague about where I’ve been i’m sure you spoke those words to me it feels strange now, embodying the lies you fed me but I’m just as hungry and All the fresh fruit become rotten eventually i think I like having casual *** as a way to say **** you **** you for making me unable to love unable to enjoy anyone else ruining me for everybody for making me feel like I was hard to love and easy to lose i still stare at scars and tears flicker through the overlapping years At what point did my bare skin became stained? At what point did you carve your name? you were my storm drained rock i couldn’t keep it together in the rain maybe rivers flow through and through and she led you back to the pacific It was a specific night; I came back to the edge of that lake before The only thing that had changed was I enjoyed it more when I was with you raindrops trickled on that lake; the reflections blurred there where blue skies and white clouds before now it’s you and her and I just can’t unsee it

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Aug 21, 2024

Aug 21, 2024 at 9:27 PM UTC

yungdicaprio

ilysm

it’s starting to feel like I enjoy doing things that remind me of you like being emotionally unavailable or becoming untranslatable when I tell him something vague about where I’ve been i’m sure you spoke those words to me it feels strange now, embodying the lies you fed me but I’m just as hungry and All the fresh fruit become rotten eventually i think I like having casual *** as a way to say **** you **** you for making me unable to love unable to enjoy anyone else ruining me for everybody for making me feel like I was hard to love and easy to lose i still stare at scars and tears flicker through the overlapping years At what point did my bare skin became stained? At what point did you carve your name? you were my storm drained rock i couldn’t keep it together in the rain maybe rivers flow through and through and she led you back to the pacific It was a specific night; I came back to the edge of that lake before The only thing that had changed was I enjoyed it more when I was with you raindrops trickled on that lake; the reflections blurred there where blue skies and white clouds before now it’s you and her and I just can’t unsee it

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my mom my bestfriend my role model my enemy my teacher my chef my pshychologist my wonder women my everything just u, mom ILYSM!

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Jun 17, 2016

Jun 17, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC