they bought you flowers, chocolates, and gave
the normal simplistic love you wanted
and they say, i love you
but darling, they never loved you right
and never gave you the love you needed.
i hope you never compromise who you are
who leaves your soul on the front stoop
and never invites it inside
sadness and i go as far back as birth
i entered this world crying
joy tells me
just because i’ve known something my whole life
doesn’t mean i don’t deserve change
i’m ignoring sadness’ calls and dancing around my room with joy.
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just for the record i’m not who you wish i was and i’ll never be who you want me to be
via dear self, — Fanciful Thoughts to Ponder
tragic, isn’t it?
boy you’re on the other side
and this river is too wide
since the current came and took you
nothing has been right
my days never turn into night soon enough
can you even hear me?
i need you to be here; i’m lost
i need you hear; i’m in too deep
this is what drowning feels like
the day i forget to write your initials
under my jeans
is the day i get over you
and we both know i never will stop retracing those letters
all i am is a fragmented sentence
half-drunk cups of coffee strewn over the countertops
half-finished storylines where characters stopped speaking mid-sentence
half-hearted apologies because i meant what i said
half-this, half-that and never quite enough
i might never call again, because i’m ashamed to call myself your friend
i might never finish that song, because every time it plays i think of you
i might never love after you, because i will never be over it
i am half the woman i could be. i am half the writer i could be. i am half of the daughter i could be. i am half of the friend i could be. i half of the lover i could be.
all because of my inability to just fini–
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i will protect the innocent
the things they susceptible to fall for
you look like the kind of person
to hunt them
the hunters are now the hunted, and i know all your tricks
you fill vases so your flowers have enough to drink
and never seem to see they’re overflowing
mine were always half-empty
because i was afraid of drowning my flowers
we kill beautiful things
with our touch and without knowing why
we are so different but bond on our ability of not being able to notice our self-destructive personalities
excerpt from my book, logolepsy.
are forgotten because they
lose their vibrancy
so are our lives
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