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@afreenisnotapoet
When do they let you grow up?
when does a mother stop trying to turn her
daughter into herself?
how many girlhoods does it cost?
how many times does a girl need to die where is the girl gone?
to make a good daughter?
what did you do of the woman she was supposed to be?
where has she gone? what did you do to her?
will she ever come back? where is her grave?
is that what you wanted?
What did you do to the girl?
When do they let you grow up?
How many unblown candles turning
to wax does it take?
When do they stop telling
you to change the way you are?
or hiding your the clothes
they hate to see you wear?
when does it stop
the glares of a father
every time you step
out of the house?
when do the whispers stop?
when do the sirens stop blaring?
when does a mother
stop trying
to turn her
daughter into herself?
how many girlhoods
does it cost?
How many wasted barbie dolls
and how many
wasted make up kits
does it take for a mother
to realise that her
daughter hates her?
when do they laughing at you for
loving something they don’t?
when do they stop killing
the girl who loves pink?
how many teenage
dreams need to shatter
for a girl to finally be good enough?
how many girls need to die
to make a good daughter?
when does it stop,
the house not feeling like a home?
when does it end
the urge to run away from it all?
when does it stop
trying to be the daughter who will
never be good enough
the sister too small to fill up
the hand me down shoes?
when does she stop feeling
like she’s standing naked
in front of
a crowd that hates her every
time she wants to speak what’s
on her mind?
when will the world stop
putting her on a pedestal
to make the world out of her reach?
when will the silence end?
when will she grow up?
why won’t you let her grow up?
why won’t you stop holding her back
because you refuse to let go of what was?
where is the girl gone?
what did you do of the woman she was supposed to be?
where has she gone?
what did you do to her?
will she ever come back?
where is her grave?
is that what you wanted?
“I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter, and grow sad.”
loving you was easier
than writing poetry
i love u
i love u
i love u;
knowing you was
as natural as
blinking my eyes
blink
blink
blink;
we walked home together
hand in hand
it was new
like freshly opened books
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
the end;
forgetting you was like
digging into fresh wounds with my
chipped nails
it hurts
it hurts
it hurts;
losing you was like losing
a shiny penny in the rain
where are u
where are u
where are u;
screaming at you for leaving
was like building up a wall
that crumbles at the foundation
breaking
breaking
breaking;
watching you move on is like
watching a movie I hate
when will it end
when will it end
when will it end;
I’ve seen this before
I’ve heard this song before
I’ve been promised these things before
My hands have been dropped before
I’ve seen that look in your eyes before
so cold
so cold
so cold
the floor doesn’t
have the comfort of your arms
but when I slept
you
stabbed
stabbed
stabbed
my heart;
and my lips bled
red
red
red;
Can’t you see
I’m falling
apart;
a ghost
haunting
scared
tired;
My hands shiver
when I write this
loving you shouldn’t
have been as
easy as writing poetry
I suck at writing poetry;
I failed at loving you;
I failed
I loved
what’s the difference?
I don’t know
Do you?
I miss you most at 6:30 in the evening
the sun is leaving
why wouldn’t you stay
stay
stay
leave?
Without a goodbye?
They are going to pass all of their finals
the student reading this ❤️
I mean thanks for the support but idk…
CAN I JUST SAY I REBLOGGED THIS WITH ALMOST ALL MY CLASSES IN THE DUMPS
AND NOW I’M GETTING STRAIGHT B’s????
THIS WORKS YOU CAN DO IT
I’m just going to do it for the sake of it.
Reblog this to save somebody’s grades,
@romantichopelessly @paperghastly and anyone else in school
//This poem is like you//
People like me go
out of style soon enough
we’re the bangs
you cut by yourself
at two in the night
when there’s no one
to comfort you but the
leftover pizza you
bargained against
the night out that
your anxious self
forgot to attend
because she was too
preoccupied thinking
about temporary
solutions to the
stretch marks on her thighs
because the group chat
decided on LBDs
for the night out;
People like me
are like biology lessons
you skip to go make out
with the first boy
who fancied you
and when his mother eventually
found out about it she blamed you
while she fed her son
extra morsels of ego;
and years later you’re stuck
looking up your symptoms
on Web MD because you’re
too shy to tell your doctor
that your anxiety makes you
want to punch holes in the wall
because
this feeling within you feels like
a chocolate stuck on the roof
of your mouth
and you confess this
to your sobs
that lie next to you
like lost puppies;
People like me are dying stars
that people like you
call shooting stars
I know this because
all the dried up roses
you threw away I kept them
inside my diary
and while you feed
compliments to strangers
on the internet hoping to get validated
like a broken ATM machine
giving away cash to looters
who screw up the cctv camera
and you blame your
boundaries for not protecting
you from your own damn self;
People like me are
crinkled tshirts
stuffed in the back of
your wardrobe
that you search for frantically
when you see old photos of yourself
but it turns to mold
sitting in the dark
waiting for you;
People like me are
long night walks
that don’t really make
you feel
better
and you wished you’d stayed home
because you walked across
the person who once
insulted your family
and your wish you could’ve
punched them
breaking their teeth
but you swallow your anger
and it leaves you at night
for the comfort of your pillow;
People like me are people like you
who stand in front of the sink
drowning in the breaths
we can’t take
while the words we swallowed
make their way out of us
and we go back to bed
slipping “I’m okays”
on the closed eyelids of
our worried mothers;
People like me
often grieve deaths
of our old selves
that we butchered and killed
our freedoms are doves
and we are the iron cages;
Doves are like death
and my poem is like you
and it’s like me
because we’re the same;
We’re the whispers we say
when speaking up is
too difficult
we’re our broken dreams
inside our eyes
that make them gleam
you and I are the same
and if this poem is like me
it is like you.
-afreen, like me like you
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“I think I’m going to love her
because where she
is now; I once was;
she’s only me
stuck in place from
where I broke free
so I think I’m going to
love her
because if not me
then who would?
You see if my past
is nothing
but a shadow
how much will I run from her
until she fades away in the night?
even in the darkest of times
I was the flicker of a candle
that kept her alive
why would I try and
forget everything
she did
shake my head to
brush off her
memories
when all that she ever
wanted me to be was happy;
I look at her; you know
in photos
and videos
and my poems
and in
people she left behind
and I can’t truly recall
what it was like to be her
be it a year ago or ten
but I smile
because when she
thought of me
she wasn’t ever angry
she only said prayers for me
she loved me like a eyelash wish;
so I think I’m going to
love her you know
from this place
where I am now;
I will love her
by loving myself
because if my past is the night sky
she’s the brightest one there is;
I’m going to love her
despite the mistakes she made;
bridges that she burnt;
tears she cried;
sleepless nights she survived;
failures she held on through;
victories she never gave herself enough credit for;
broken hearts she didn’t mean to break;
so yeah
I’m going to love her
because if I don’t love her then who will?”
Love finds funny ways to tell you that it never left,
It hides along the curbs of the roads
you walk every day
holding a placard, “Lost love. It will find you”
It sits besides you in cab rides
engaging in awkward small talk,
It’s in conversations over coffee
in old cafes on forgotten streets,
It’s in the laughter of strangers shared over a cheesy joke
Or the blush of lovers as they paint the sky red,
It follows you on your way back home,
It’s the sound of a phone call
or the ping of an expected text,
It’s the smile that comes after,
Love hides in shared silences,
It waits next to your unread books
and turns pages of a story that could’ve been,
It’s the music that plays in shared earphones,
It’s the sound of tangled heartbeats,
It dwells near bouquet shops
and waits for lovers to pick roses for someone they wish to live a forever with,
Or maybe for someone who couldn’t be more than a dream,
It stands a few feet away from you
every time that you talk to someone new
only waiting for you to give in once again,
But you don’t,
And so it goes,
Anyway,
When you try to run from love
It starts appearing in things you see everyday,
You see it in a couple standing in a crowded train not aware of the things around them,
Love hides behind newspapers and sneaks glances at you when you’re not looking,
It waits in a bookstore with your favourite book in hand
Hoping to have a conversation that would lead to a forever after,
It waits,
Patiently,
Longingly,
For another chance,
It sits on the outside looking in,
It hides in familiar scents and forgotten words,
It’s in shared interests and benign smiles,
You see,
You can’t run from it,
Because even though you threw it out,
Love would always find a way to you again,
And you can never say no.
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How to not fall in love
Maybe there’s a little bit of fire left from when your heart turned stone cold,
And once again,
You’re going to find someone,
This person who will take that fire and turn it into a burning, raging flame,
And you will once again; find yourself laughing, smiling,
Singing to the songs that once made you cringe,
And they’ll love you,
Once again make you feel like no one ever has,
The caring eyes; the playful banter,
You just can’t get enough,
And then your life will be about them,
That person who’s hands you would want to hold,
Who’s eyes look so beautiful you could watch sunsets through them and never want to fall asleep,
Well; this one’s for you,
If there’s that one person who is causing that blush on your cheeks,
Don’t wait for them when they’re walking towards you,
Don’t reply to that text; don’t smile when they do,
And every time that you feel your heart skip a beat,
Pack it up and send it on vacation; and pray that your brain doesn’t fall for their words too,
Don’t write about them,
Once they’re in your poetry, they start living inside you,
And you can only give someone a home within you when there’s enough space for yourself too,
And most importantly run,
Run as fast as you can,
Because that’s the thing about love,
It’ll find you; it’ll catch you,
And when you start falling for them it’s a very hard climb back up,
They will be the most beautiful thing you’d have ever seen,
And run from them; because you were beautiful to someone once too,
And we all know what happened next.
Romantic comedies
Love is so much more than saying things like, “I wrote you 365 letters, I wrote you everyday for a year”
As far as I’ve learned love is messy and confusing,
It’s not how we’ve been convinced to believe it is,
Love won’t leave it’s flight and look for you in a sea of strangers,
It would find you waiting there at the departure
Because love knows that you wouldn’t leave without a goodbye,
It isn’t going to rudely barge into a wedding to take you away forever,
It would sweep you off your feet;
When it first sees you
And after a thousand coffee dates watch as you walk down the aisle,
Love won’t wait seven years for you,
Wait for you to come back,
Love would let you know that living without you isn’t living at all
Right then when the moment is,
Love won’t say things like, “It would be a privilege to have my heartbroken by you”
But it will stay,
Stay and mend all broken things within you,
Because you see; the love that we see in movies isn’t real,
As much we want it to be,
It’s a lot of things; love
It is full of cliches,
But it’s not a movie,
It’ll make you laugh, smile like an idiot,
Love is a reality,
A reality that will never turn out to be as you expected it to be,
It would stay in bed and laugh with you at the silly movies where the couple finally live happily ever after,
Because happily ever afters aren’t real,
There’s just one present;
The one that you could live forever,
Love isn’t a movie,
But it will surely make you feel like you’re in one,
It’s for you to decide how it ends.
Infinity 💫🌟✨
There so many seconds in an infinity but they aren’t enough for me to forget the way you looked,
Funny thing;
Writers fill up books with theories about infinities,
The big bang,
Planets and the stars,
You and me,
Someone said that it’s a rerun if you see a dream in black and white,
But out of the times I saw your pretty face;
It was always in my favourite colours,
Out of the innumerable places I could have been,
The people I could’ve met,
I had the privilege of knowing you;
Knowing how you laugh,
How you smiled,
It’s all about chances;
Probability;
Equations,
Math and experiments,
We were
Two parallel lines that happened to intersect;
I’m not good at metaphors;
But oh;
I could fill in pages for you,
It’s funny how love makes our lives just an irony,
My friend told me about paradoxes,
And maybe we were one too,
Seemingly impossible yet still real,
Not meant for a forever;
Yet living an infinity somewhere;
A place where we’re still phone calls away,
And a place where our eyes never looked away,
I hope there is an infinity that exists;
Where we aren’t a paradox,
It’s just a theory,
One that I’m gonna believe;
Would you?
Here’s to you,
To the one who I almost fell in love with,
Time changes people,
Yet I find myself getting scared of repeating my old mistakes with you,
You’re new; a chapter that I never really thought I’d write,
And now you’re a part of my poetry,
Sitting between stanzas and playing with my rhymes,
It’s crazy how we can memorise someone so easily;
Every word they say makes home somewhere inside our heart,
How do I tell you this without sounding selfish?
I don’t really know how to fall in love anymore,
Yet whenever I see you my heart skips beats like it’s happily skipping down the street called love,
And my broken strings want to attach themselves to you,
To your warmth,
To this friendship that kind of feels like a new home,
A new city; with familiar roads,
A new face but with a smile that says I belong here,
I hope you understand that you’re too good to be true and I’ve made my life a web of lies,
Sometimes you remind me of a love story I once burnt to ash,
I just don’t want to set fire to you as well.
How to not fall in love
Maybe there’s a little bit of fire left from when your heart turned stone cold,
And once again,
You’re going to find someone,
This person who will take that fire and turn it into a burning, raging flame,
And you will once again; find yourself laughing, smiling,
Singing to the songs that once made you cringe,
And they’ll love you,
Once again make you feel like no one ever has,
The caring eyes; the playful banter,
You just can’t get enough,
And then your life will be about them,
That person who’s hands you would want to hold,
Who’s eyes look so beautiful you could watch sunsets through them and never want to fall asleep,
Well; this one’s for you,
If there’s that one person who is causing that blush on your cheeks,
Don’t wait for them when they’re walking towards you,
Don’t reply to that text; don’t smile when they do,
And every time that you feel your heart skip a beat,
Pack it up and send it on vacation; and pray that your brain doesn’t fall for their words too,
Don’t write about them,
Once they’re in your poetry, they start living inside you,
And you can only give someone a home within you when there’s enough space for yourself too,
And most importantly run,
Run as fast as you can,
Because that’s the thing about love,
It’ll find you; it’ll catch you,
And when you start falling for them it’s a very hard climb back up,
They will be the most beautiful thing you’d have ever seen,
And run from them; because you were beautiful to someone once too,
And we all know what happened next.
Dead poets society
Here, you tell me who I’m meant to be,
World’s mightiest hero,
My feeble hands knock every door;
Looking for where the answers might be,
I want to be more,
Not just a legend that fills up books,
I don’t want to be memorised,
I want to be poetry,
Wild poetry,
Crazy poetry with a sweet tooth,
With rhymes and tunes; poetry that is the life of the party,
Meaningless poetry that dances with no music on,
Poetry that sets itself on fire and laughs at bad vocabulary,
You tell me to live; to breathe,
But have you ever known how it feels to die to even have the littlest idea
Of how it feels to be truly alive,
There’s no such things as bad decisions;
Only a thing such as
The beauty of tragedies and the pain of not knowing what you could have been,
I am only wanting to be fierce,
Loved but not at the cost of being feared,
My poetry is my legacy,
Stanzas and syllables not meant to be understood or memorised,
My poetry is merely what you want it to be,
Good,
Bad,
Ugly,
It’s for you to decide.
Infinity 💫🌟✨
There so many seconds in an infinity but they aren’t enough for me to forget the way you looked,
Funny thing;
Writers fill up books with theories about infinities,
The big bang,
Planets and the stars,
You and me,
Someone said that it’s a rerun if you see a dream in black and white,
But out of the times I saw your pretty face;
It was always in my favourite colours,
Out of the innumerable places I could have been,
The people I could’ve met,
I had the privilege of knowing you;
Knowing how you laugh,
How you smiled,
It’s all about chances;
Probability;
Equations,
Math and experiments,
We were
Two parallel lines that happened to intersect;
I’m not good at metaphors;
But oh;
I could fill in pages for you,
It’s funny how love makes our lives just an irony,
My friend told me about paradoxes,
And maybe we were one too,
Seemingly impossible yet still real,
Not meant for a forever;
Yet living an infinity somewhere;
A place where we’re still phone calls away,
And a place where our eyes never looked away,
I hope there is an infinity that exists;
Where we aren’t a paradox,
It’s just a theory,
One that I’m gonna believe;
Would you?
