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@alivebypoetry
Remember to tell the people you love, how much they mean to you
I hope it hurts when you think of me
Like it hurts when I think of you
Maybe she has long, blond hair
Maybe she wears tiny black dresses
Maybe she’s patient
Maybe she’s smart
Maybe she doesn’t cry in the bathroom
Maybe she believes in herself
Maybe she’s good in bed
Maybe she doesn’t have a single jealous bone in her body
Maybe she makes you laugh
God, I hope she doesn’t makes you laugh
8.2.21
The day you found another me
She never wanted the party to end
Cause when the music stopped
And the lights went out
She was once again reminded
Of the empty space in her double bed
That double bed she picked out so carefully
And the shelf she hang high enough above it
That his tall body could sit straight beside her
Cuddle her while laughing at the tv shows
He never came
So she stays at the party
And begs everyone else to do the same
Shallow company is better than the loneliness
She is reminded of
Every time that head hits the pillow
I never wanted the butterflies,
or the disappearance of the skies
I never wanted my scars
to be turned into stars
I never wanted the honey
or anything bright and sunny
But you gave it all,
till you got bored, and let me fall
I cling to my broken heart,
and all the pieces you took apart
When you left me in the void
all broken and destroyed
When you steal something
It’s never really yours
So I should’ve known
That you would steal my heart
Just to throw it away
When you were done playing
I’m sorry, I wasn’t what you wanted
Do you ever think about the lives you save without even knowing? The hearts you hold in your hands, the souls you keep safe? The belief in something beautiful, that you plant in the minds of the people you love? Do you think of the worry you take from someone’s shoulder, when you hug them tight, and let them cry? The stars you paint on someone’s sky just by being there? I do, and it makes me grateful to exist. You hold a little piece of your fellow human beings’ life in your hand
Look at the world as if you saw it for the first time
unknown
Live every day as if you had to live that day every day
unknown
The first love
When we’re little, we believe the first love is gonna be the only one. We believe in the fairytale and Prince Charming. We believe in the magic and the happy ending.
When we get a little older, we believe, that the first love is gonna save us. We believe, that it’s the only thing, we need, and with that everything else will disappear.Â
Then we get older, the first love comes around, and it’s nothing like we imagined. It's complicated, disappointing and often not reciprocated. It tears our hearts out of an open chest, and let it to bleed out on the ground. It drags us through grief, loss, and then they tell us that, that is what it means to grow up. But the only thing the first love has done, is made us a shadow of our unworldly belief in happy endings
I never learned to say, I love you
But I found 101 ways to say, I miss you
He discarded me like an old receipt he found, in the pocket of his yearly winter coat.
I fell from his warm hands and settled to the ground with the December snow flurries,
And all I could do was watch him leave me behind.
-JF-
I see us in black and white
As the everlasting photographs
Of moments which isn’t no more
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alivebypoetry, 18.12.20
Be gentle with my heart
When I leave it in your hands
It has been broken
So many times
That if it shatter again
I don’t think it’ll ever grow back together
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alivebypoetry, 17.12.20