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Jul 2014 · 690
gauze
bee Jul 2014
i promise i am trying
trying my hardest
to mend myself
but it's hard to do
when my hands were never steady
my movements always too heavy
like the weight
of a million failed attempts
at trying to get two puzzle pieces
that aren't meant for each other to fit

my words used to run like waterfalls
undisturbed by man-made machines
until the people in my past
commanded me to construct a dam
but my aching hands
could not build it properly
and now my words
come in constant
incoherent sputters

i have always been my own downfall
even when my downfall was you
because i ignored the warning signs
that you would steal every piece
of my puzzle
and try to make it fit with yours
and when you gave up
i tried to pry yours away
and make them fit
because i couldn't feel anything
when you weren't beating me to a pulp
of cardboard and tears

and now my entire body
aches with this emptiness
that i cannot fill myself
but i have someone
who is perfectly willing
to help me dig myself from this grave

i'll be okay
she'll make sure i am
but i need her to leave a little piece
something to remind me
that the biggest wounds
leave the biggest scars
and they always tell a big story
sometimes I think I'm okay but sometimes it still hurts to breath. that means I'm human right?
Jul 2014 · 401
an apologetic mess
bee Jul 2014
please understand
that there are broken parts of me
that i can't fix
and the more i fumble with them
the more they crumble
and maybe that's my fault
because my hands shake
and i'm the farthest from gentle
i promise i'm working on my technique

i don't try to smother
it just comes naturally to me
like breathing
even if you say the right things
i'll still struggle
just like if you were to wrap your hands
around my throat
i would still try to breathe
you can talk about whatever you want
i'll hang my head and listen

you know that thing i do?
the one we talk about a lot?
i probably do it because i don't know what to say
or i don't want to say the wrong thing
or i think the conversation is over
but i should probably pay more attention to your words
instead of my own

i either talk too much
or not enough
and my poems are always too long
and never make much sense
just like my thoughts
and to me
it's like trying to untie a jumble of knots
by just cutting them
like the fates snipping threads

i apologize too much
i feel guilty for things i never did
or things that aren't a big deal
and i've tried
so very hard in this poem
to not apologize

i'm sorry
Jun 2014 · 307
glass (10w)
bee Jun 2014
don't say you love me
it hurts when you lie
Jun 2014 · 543
broken fairy tale boxes
bee Jun 2014
most everyone knows
the stories
that all these
Disney-fied
and
Pixar-ized
movies are based on
are much more gruesome
than their animated versions
if you don't already know
i dare you
to skim through the originals

many of these stories
that are animated
bring in a prince charming
(which is pretty much as annoying as the manic pixie dream girl trope)
they show you
that love is someone sweeping you
off of your feet
and carrying you forever
never letting you fall
now
brace yourself if you don't take the truth easily
this is a lie

love is boxed up all pretty
perfect pink wrapping paper
covered in little hearts
with a big sparkling
pink bow
but this is artificial

your prince
or princess
or whatever else
will drop you
probably face first
onto your glass shoe
but if they love you
they will always pick out the shards
and kiss every wound
and i like it more this way

i know that you've dropped me
kicked my ribs
knocked my head
against a brick wall
but i know you'll always
always
fix it the best you can
(and thank you
for not hating me
when i bang you up too)

fairy tales aren't real
but i know that you're my fairy boy
and as long as i believe
i know you'll stick around
i'm not too sure where i was going with this. might delete it. needed to write something.
Jun 2014 · 726
eraser (10w)
bee Jun 2014
kiss me
until i forget
how my own lips feel
Jun 2014 · 306
four
bee Jun 2014
*******

nobody
should ever
have to hurt this way

so i wish
i could say i'm sorry
for being rude

but i only want you
to understand how it feels
to be beaten down
constantly
in a series of poems about heartache
Jun 2014 · 414
three
bee Jun 2014
why do i stick
to everyone
who has ever loved me

it is like my pores
sweat industrial-strength
super glue

saw me off
with a rusted blade
please
*let me let go
in a series of poems about heartache
Jun 2014 · 400
two
bee Jun 2014
two
i'm shaking
(please make this stop)
i feel sick
(God, it hurts)
down to my bones
(i feel it seeping in)
flowing in my veins
(****, it burns)
i don't want this again
(please take it away)
make it stop
(cut it out cut it out take it)
take this away
(make it stop)
God, please
(it hurts so bad)
cutitoutcutitoutcutitout
(cut it out)
put it back
*(please love me)
in a series of poems about heartache
Jun 2014 · 254
one
bee Jun 2014
one
i cannot describe to you
this pain
it is the worst i have felt
in a long time
it is monumental
and all over
and i wish something
anything
would make it end
in a series of poems about heartache
bee Jun 2014
i really thought that maybe this time
things would be different
but they weren't
and it hurts so badly
that i cant just have you
and you cant just be happy with me
and not want me to change
but i guess that isn't fair
because maybe
that's what i'm wanting from you
and all that has mattered to me
for the longest time
is holding you
but you're sick and dying
and you don’t love me
(at least not like you did)
so i'll never be able to do that
since you love someone else
but it's okay
i guess
because someone else loves me
even if she hasn't loved me
for as long as you did
and she's messed up before
but so have i
and so have you
even though you don't think you have

you told me you didn't want things to mess up this time
but when i'm broke
and can't pay my phone bill
for two weeks
you leave me for someone else
and that is just the ******* thing
you could do
not to mention that you tell me
i get off topic too much
and you know that my mind
has always
been a jumbled
clusterfuck of nothingness
and that it will never change
and maybe i don't ******* want it to
so that's that
you won't change and neither will i and if you wanted to come back
you would just leave again
and i cannot take these ocean currents anymore
i get seasick too easily
so i'll try to just be your friend
even though it will hurt
because i do love the girl who loves me and i know that she wont leave

you and i have always been destined to end somehow
and not all stories have the ending you wanted

besides
you don't like small animals
so maybe that's the root of our problems
this is so messy because I wrote it at like. four in the morning. while crying. and I wanted to fix it up a bit because I've been thinking. but this is what my thought were when I wrote it. so I'm leaving it this way.
May 2014 · 309
a soul like rotting wood
bee May 2014
you might always have yourself convinced that things are better this way.
and for all we know, they could be.
but i know for a fact that you were scared.
and to this day, your hands still shake
at the thought of your foundation being ripped away.
so you play it safe.
but this this false comfort is ******* you dry
and you refuse to admit it to yourself,
blinding yourself to the faults in your foundation.

the leeches on your skin steal your blood,
replacing it with poisoned obedience.
how can you call that love,
when your dreams are deemed as childish aspirations?

love is not written with an asterisk.
limitations
are
invalid.

i won't forget that night
or the taste
or the feeling.
and the warmth of your kiss
in the cold, still air.
as smoke swirled behind us
and moved towards the sky,
the rest came crashing down.

it's way too easy to get used to being unhappy.
to get comfortable with being uncomfortable.

with a soul like rotting wood.
and a heart like an empty home.
this is pretty **** old, but i still like it. so why not post it?
bee May 2014
i don't even know what to say
you never think something like this will happen to you
you hear the stories and think
"oh, ****. i hope i never have to go through that."
you think how horrible it would be
maybe you think too much about it and cry
then you forget about it all
until its brought up again
but you never really think
it will happen to you

six six six is the devils number
cancer is a six letter word
and i can't help but think of how fitting that is
for a disease where your own body kills you
i've loved you for three years
three plus six is nine
and you have nine months left
a pregnancy lasts nine months
so i keep hoping that maybe reincarnation isn't *******
and when you pass away
you wake up as a baby
so that i don't have to live in a world where i am surrounded by souls
but not a single one is yours

and in case that doesn't work
i've been praying to God
almost every day
that you find him somehow
because if i mess up somewhere in my life
and end up in hell
i'd rather look up from the flames
and see you happy
than watch from above in paradise
as you burn
and i think if i had to
i would crawl into hell for the next nine months
bathe in flames and drown in the wailing of lost souls and demons
if it meant you would somehow beat this

i wish i could scream loud enough
to shake every last tumor out of your body
loud enough to wake up God
and ask him if he's really listening
because i feel so hopeless
and i'm beginning to doubt everything
i thought i believed in
because how could a God
who is supposed to want the best for me
take you away?
let you cough up your life
until your lungs are dried up
and you can't tell me you love me anymore
and even if you don't mean it
at least pretend
kind of like that ron pope song

when you're gone
i'll never hear a piano the same way again
you will be in every note
in every vibration
in every key touched so delicately
and deliberately
i will hear you in every beatles song
see you in every flower
i will watch every video as to not forget
the sound of your voice
the way you grin
i am terrified of you fading
because that is the saddest part of every death
you do not die when you pass
you live on in the people who loved you
until they no longer live
or until they forget
i will not forget
i will not forget
i will not forget
i will not forget
i will live until i am nothing but dust
and my last words will be your name
so you will live even after i die
in the wind
in the trees
in the flowers you always compared yourself to
i will get your art tattooed on my skin
so that when someone asks why i got it
i will tell them all about you
and the love for you
that will always be in my veins
you will always matter
you will always be my light
you will never fade
i will always love you
i will never forget
i will never forget
i will never forget

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