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all by leigh Jan 27
Just as water runs, so does he.
He can't be contained, like a river running to a waterfall. Even with all his strength and power, he can't help but choose the path he is on. All I was to him was simply the dam to restrain his natural stride. He does as he wants, not needing to have an excuse. It's just nature, isn't it? He's the river and I'm the waterfall.
Falling for his guise, hoping that I'll run back into him soon enough.
all by leigh Jan 21
Reflections in broken mirrors
through watery eyes.
Maybe it's not the mirror that's broken.
If only I was able to get to the other side.
I'd see tears on a red face
and see pain and hurt and sadness.
There's no sound on the other side.
It's quiet.
The mirror isn't broken and neither are any of the people there.
They're all empty.
They can't help us from the other side.
They just watch.

Wait, what side am I on?
all by leigh Jan 21
You can water your plants.
You can walk your dog everyday.
You can feed the birds in the park.
But the day that you forget to sustain your plants,
or are too busy to cater to your dogs need for the outdoor experience,
or run out of bird food for the park,
things tend to fall out of balance.
Plants survive,
so do the dogs
and the birds.
They start to believe in an entitlement to your generous acts.
Something I've learned
is that it's not always your job to take care of someone else.
There's always rainstorms,
back doors,
and picnic crumbs
waiting for their turn to take care of someone.
I used to feel pressure for having to be the source of someone's happiness.
all by leigh Jan 21
last night I talked
with the ones upstairs
and I asked them if
there was someone there
to help with pain
and to help with truth
but it rang and rang
until I felt no use
all by leigh Aug 2018
What happened after that?
What happened when all the lights went out in the storm?
Did you feel afraid or did it make you feel reborn?

What happened before?
What happened before your heart knew how it felt?
Did you accept or did you challenge the cards you were dealt?

What happens now?
Because I don't know how I feel
and I can't tell whether this storm is real.

Heartbeats sound like thunder,
dwelling from under,
and now I hate when it rains.
all by leigh May 2018
All the stuff is gone, tangible,
but the memories still stand in the corner like he once did
A room of love and hurt and laughter
Boxes hold belongings
and the walls hold in the voices and whispers of admiration
They bounce back and forth off the paper thinness that holds this place together
All the stuff is gone, tangible
The whole room is empty
yet it’s full and I can't box up memories
all by leigh May 2018
I'm chasing a feeling
But it's running too fast
He's just candy temptation
He gets paid to love you, don't stress it
Don't hug, just touch
But if you throw a little more he might budge
If you think there's something there when you're the only two in the room
Well, I've got some news for you
There's not much that this boy won't do

Why am I here? I've got better things to do
But I still drive to the same place
It's not impulse that brought me here to you
I'm chasing a feeling
Gotta keep up the pace
Check the check-list
Everything done with?
Said I'm not gonna go back today but its 11:30 p.m.
Lights are dimming
How did I get in here?
I swear I didn't mean to meet you here
Yes, I know I saw you last week...
...and every night since that point
That's not the point
Let's get to the point

I'm chasing a feeling
But it's running too fast
Maybe it's love, maybe it's ****
Maybe I'm allergic to the pollen and dust
Maybe I'm wrong and I should probably leave
He's here every night
He gives everybody what they want
Not because they need it
But because they can have it, so they seek it
Is that why I'm here too?

Give them your love because you can
Turn your thoughts off, they don't belong here
Leave loyalty at the door and kick your inhibitions off at the welcome-mat
No one has any here
The front door changes you.
Yes, this is about exactly what you think it is about.
This was one of the first poems I ever wrote. It’s kinda long but I actually like it a lot.
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