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Natalka Aug 2013
A** pple pie, freshly baked from the oven. I don't wait for it to cool, I want it hot, with a big greedy scoop of vanilla ice creams melting next to it.

B oys. Cute, querky, gross, crazy, but amazing. You can't stand them, but for some reason you need them in your life.

C ookies. Warm, fresh-out-the-oven, gooey choclate chip cookies.

D  is for dancing. Dancing in the rain with my eyes shut, screaming at the top of my lungs and not caring what anyone thinks. Just dancing.

E lephants. Strong, old, smart and beautiful creatures. Harmless yet protective.

F stands for foxes. More specifically fennec foxes. Adorable, small, cunning, cute and most of all, want by me!

G iving. Not just material items, but hope. Giving hugs, and smiles to those who need one. Also, For-giving.... letting go of the past and moving forward

H eartbreak. The feeling of no being able to breathe, not being able to speak, or make sense of everything without your "other half." Moving forward slowly, cautiously, because there are more around the corner.

I Me. The broken, yet strong; beautiful, yet self concious; smart, yet lazy teenager.

J is for Jenna, my first best friend. We aren't best friends anymore, but we still talk, and enjoy catching  up in eachothers lives.

K issing. I love kissing. I mean come on.... everyone does ;)

L ove. A strong, complex emotion which many guys lie about, and which I do too. I think I've only ever once loved my partner... all the rest I enjoyed...

M om. My mother, the woman who decided "I'm going to take the qwerky, adorable girl home to America with me and make her part of my life."

N is the first letter in my name. Natalka Hannah Evangeline Kmiotek.

O veracheivers. The people who make fun of me, because they can do things better then me, and everyone else. ******* all.

P erfection. Skinny girls with perfect *******, and big *****. No scars, and white teeth. the opposite of me.

Q uiet, as in I have to stay quiet or they'll hear me. Who? My demons of course. If I'm too loud, they will come for me and drag me back to hell.

R stands for two things. The first is **** A horrible word describing a nightmare you wish you could forget. It's being robbed of your first touch by selfish men, and being back into a corner against your will, forced to stay silent.

S is for strength. The strength to overcome, the strength to live, the strength to move on.

T hank you. To everyone who has ever been there and listened to me...

U nderstand why I cut myself. Why I hurt myself. It's easier to deal with physical pain, then the emotional kind. The emotional pain rots and festers inside me, destroying everything. It shuts my lungs down, forcing me to gasp for air.

V acations. Small escapes from your daily life, into something glamourous and relaxing. The warm sand between your toes, as the hot sun beats down on you. The cool ocean kiss the tips of your toes, cooling your thirst.

W hen will pain end? When will people stop being mean to eachother? When can I expect my child to be able to go to school and not be afraid of the other students? When will I be able to walk outside, and finally be able to say "I am safe," not having to lie.

X plain to me why people put others down? Why are there perfect models and barbies, telling us how we must look, how it's acceptable in society.

Y es please. Thank you. Simple manner, dying out, almost extinct. What happen to being nice? Or do we now, just take what we want? Expect everything, like the world owes us.

Z ach. He was my first love and my first heart break. With him, when he left, the floor caved under me. We were one of those couples that would break up, and get back together then next week. I guess you sould say we were crazy for eachother, but when he left, I guess I was the only one crazy. I was crazy enough to think he was ever mine.
Natalka Aug 2013
To understand the fundamentals of a broken heart
you will have to break your heart
I don't mean merely drop it
I mean to have it stolen away,
as you gasp for your possibly last few breaths
believing that without your heart
without him
you cannot possibly go on.

First
You will have to lose the perfect person,
and forget him.
Forget about his adorable smile
and warm arms
and soft kisses
and beautiful brown eyes
and querky fashion sense.

Got that out of your mind?
Good, on to step 2.

Second you will have to forget about the future and past
all together too
you'll have to forget the promise to take you somewhere exotic
after your high school year
you'll have to forget that night you spent in his car
there was no ***, just sitting in the back seat
listening to comfy music
talking
you'll have to forget the way he made you shy
shy to where you turned your head when he tried to kiss you
and you would stumble over your words shy
and that new feeling like it's your first love...

Forget that yet?
No? I'll give you some time.

People say "Time heals all wounds"
how? It's been 2 months
my heart still twists
and the air evades my lungs
and it all happens because of you...

forgot it? Good.

Finally ask yourself why.
Why did you let him in?
Why were you so stupid to pull your walls down
after two weeks.
Why did you fall without a parachute?
Why did you fall inlove with someone 21
when you yourself..
are only 16.

After you've finished forgetting,
go out and smile and pretend you are not missing a piece of yourself
pretend your heart is still whole
and your smile is genuin..
and just forget
forget like I have...
Tipon Feb 2019
2.

Typing, "It was a good day today." Buying my present,

QWERTY, not very cheap at QUERKYTOYS, she smiled,

more smileys... She is Mrs Android, and my therapy on this

writing machine. "The sun will be closer to you, not in spring today,

but in a few months senior from now," she told me. My heart is


beating, in a full adult manuscript. "A quiet evening that I will make

my hero, in this poem, in this poem. My ***** is going red-

breasted Robin, & leaves are slightly moving in the distance."

I love this querky machine, and it's madness. In two lines, I can

make her tremble, a beating heart, functional when typing, "Without envy."

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