Comfort
isn't always a good thing.
It can be like laying in bed
when you need to rise.
You were a warm bath
of oils and bubbles and salts
soothing my aching body.
It won't stay warm forever
The water cooled.
I may not have noticed at first,
but the soreness slowly set in.
It was time to go.
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Friday, April 6, 2018
Sunday, January 21, 2018
trapped
I feel nothing as intensely
as the wholeness I've found
without you here to fight me
hand on my head,
face to the ground.
You told me I was broken
but you made me this way
my pieces didn't fit you
but you still demanded that I stay
To you love meant screaming
tribulations and trials
standing there to take it all,
faking my smile.
as the wholeness I've found
without you here to fight me
hand on my head,
face to the ground.
You told me I was broken
but you made me this way
my pieces didn't fit you
but you still demanded that I stay
To you love meant screaming
tribulations and trials
standing there to take it all,
faking my smile.
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Friday, November 10, 2017
Untitled 1
Fixing something that wants to be broken
outspoken about the motivation from the pain.
convinced you'll never be the same without it.
Blossom and wilt, create, repeat,
you hate the feat of growing
just to shrivel up again.
outspoken about the motivation from the pain.
convinced you'll never be the same without it.
Blossom and wilt, create, repeat,
you hate the feat of growing
just to shrivel up again.
Labels:
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break up,
dating,
depression,
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Sunday, November 5, 2017
Teeth Falling Out: Files found on phone part4 (12/18/13)
There are so many things I wanted to tell you
but I can't.
If I never saw you again that'd be fine.
But I want so badly for you to talk to me,
even if it's just to tell you off for crossing the line.
I'm lonely and angry and I want you to know.
Maybe it's not heart break and I just hate rejection.
But I'd rather scream silently and cry into my pillow
Than have my teeth break over heart ache and misplaced affection.
I'm afraid to open my mouth because my teeth will fall out.
I try to hold back while they break and fall free.
I'm laying in bed, face covered with blood,
But you still don't seem to feel a fucking thing.
Are you giving me space because you know how I feel now?
Or do you really feel so at peace with yourself?
I'm dying to ask you but I know that I'll just end up
with and empty mouth.
I see you walk by and I try to hold back
the glare in my eyes because it only dares me to speak.
How dare you hurt me while I sleep?
I didn't even say a thing- But here I still stand.
teeth and blood in my hand.
I want to cut you with my words but I'm a coward.
You cut up my mouth because you have all the power.
but I can't.
If I never saw you again that'd be fine.
But I want so badly for you to talk to me,
even if it's just to tell you off for crossing the line.
I'm lonely and angry and I want you to know.
Maybe it's not heart break and I just hate rejection.
But I'd rather scream silently and cry into my pillow
Than have my teeth break over heart ache and misplaced affection.
I'm afraid to open my mouth because my teeth will fall out.
I try to hold back while they break and fall free.
I'm laying in bed, face covered with blood,
But you still don't seem to feel a fucking thing.
Are you giving me space because you know how I feel now?
Or do you really feel so at peace with yourself?
I'm dying to ask you but I know that I'll just end up
with and empty mouth.
I see you walk by and I try to hold back
the glare in my eyes because it only dares me to speak.
How dare you hurt me while I sleep?
I didn't even say a thing- But here I still stand.
teeth and blood in my hand.
I want to cut you with my words but I'm a coward.
You cut up my mouth because you have all the power.
Labels:
bad poetry,
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