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Him
He tries hard
To mask what he really is
A lonely soul
Seeking another
To share his life with
To make him whole
He will spend his last
To please her
Even if she didn't want it
If she told him not to
He would only do more
For Him
SHE is EVERYTHING
She drew her in
With a smile and a laugh
She gave her something to want
To make her forget
What was really important
She forgot her priorities
And left the ones who loved her
In the dark
All for the chase
She told us she wasnt coming back
That it was her choice
But i knew
And i know
still
That some else
Is making her choices for her
Please don’t let me be like my Mother.

Don’t let me be the woman
Who never gave me a second glance
Because whenever it came to children
She stopped loving at one.

Don’t let me be
The woman who gave her all to the first born,
But when it was me
She gave it all up.

Don’t let me be the woman who smoked
Half a lung into ashes,
Every night thinking I don’t see
The grey puffs rising to my window
Darkening my room
Choking me as it slowly became the air I breathe.

When I grow up,
Don’t make me marry a man
Who never loved
And lived for numbers upon papers
Caring more about his reputation
Than his own blood he weaved into
Us.

When I grow up
Let me teach my children
Happiness and what it is like to smile,
Instead of drilling into their brains
All the reasons they should cry
And drown in their tears.

When I grow up,
Don’t let me search for my dreams
At the bottom of a shot glass
Taking more and more
As I get drunk on false, temporary happiness.

Don’t let me come home to my children,
Telling them how useless they are,
Throwing things at them
And finally collapsing into a heap of hopelessness.

Please don’t let my children
Have a father who never even cared
Enough to remember their birthdays
Let alone save them from the nightmare
That was their Mom.

Don’t let me become
The reason my children cried at their reflection
Because beauty never defined them
The reason they refused to eat
Since the flesh on their body
Kept growing in their eyes only.

Never let me be the woman
Who found only the ecstasy
She bought through men each night.

Even then it wasn’t love.
Even now it isn’t love.
She never learned to love people like me.
But I loved her.

Yet it was forced,
I only saw the mistakes she made
Every time I looked at her.
Including myself.

Please, when I grow up,
Let me learn to love my skin
And suffocate in all the things that make me
Beautiful.

Let me prove to the woman who claimed
To have raised me up
That I will never make the same errors or ever be like her.

I’ll love, I’ll live, I’ll care.
Three things she never grew up to do.

When I grow up,
Please don’t let me be like my Mother.
Burning desire
The eternal flame is lit
Never going out.

Love and happiness
Romantic feelings of love
Love everlasting.

The end is coming
This love will no longer be
Time for broken hearts.

The shattered pieces
Of a heart that was once whole
A love that was strong.

Who can bring back love
Who can fix this broken heart
Make it whole again.

A bitter black heart
An empty crevice a hole
Destroyed rotted space.

Somehow it's just gone
The end took it all away
Everything is gone.

Where'd the passion go
Why did the love disappear
Why did it just end.

Who will answer me
No one knows how to answer
Maybe there is none.
Feelings of hurt sadness and anger combined
Can't find the words to say how I feel
I feel the storm brewing deep inside
Like a volcano about to erupt
A *** of boiling water
The most mediocre and cleshay
Way to say how I feel
Would to be to just say
Im OK.
His housewarming gift was a night of sweaty sheets
peeled eyelids
and restless tossing.
He lives beneath your bed,
contributing to the eerie feeling
that gives your domicile its familiarity.
Always awaiting a conversation,
but you're just so busy that he has to wait for nightfall
to whisper in you ear.
He will rarely show his face,
maybe because he's shy
or introverted.
He's lonely,
and desperately would like a friend
because you have more than enough space under your mattress.
did you ever think that the monster under your bed may just be a misguided spirit? probably not.
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