Covered In Bones

Finding a poetic way to say I’m sad

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I am the kind of person who will not fight for you if I am not who you want, no matter how much it hurts

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I try and I try and I try and yet I’m still not enough

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You chose them over me and I get it but I also don’t.

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Can I please fall in love with somebody who actually wants me for once?

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I’m so fucking obsessed with you and it hurts so fucking bad.

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I hope you can never rid yourself of my hazel eyes. I hope you are having a nice day and you blink and suddenly my eyes are all you see. I hope you feel that sinking feeling in your chest when you remember how green they are in the sunlight.

And I hope it fucking hurts.

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Your name is the sweetest taste I’ve ever had on my lips and in my mouth

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When I die and I’m left to rot in the ground, the bugs will eat my skin and your name will stain their lips as it did mine and they will cry and wail and beg the gods for you as I did

and when I’m nothing but bones, your name will be etched into every inch of my remains

And when I’m a ghost, the wind and I will whisper your name thru the trees like a lullaby

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“Appreciate me or die. Your choice.”

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People ruined me and I’m suffering for it.

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You came to me in a dream once; told me I made this world a brighter place, that the sun still rose because I awoke each morning, that nature remained beautiful because it knew I smiled at all the beauty that it is. And when I woke from this dream; your voice replayed in my head like a broken record. Over and over until I began to think that maybe, just maybe, living might not be so bad after all.

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If we can die from a broken heart

then how the fuck am I still alive

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They say to kill them with kindness… but what if I just kill ‘em instead

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You were too nice to me and I was weary at first but you took your time and painted pretty pictures on all the walls I built to protect myself and I let you in and that’s when you left.

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I could love you. Completely. I could. But the fear of you not being able to love me, too, keeps me from feeling these things

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Do you think of me? When you’re lying in bed and you just can’t get completely warm? Or when my favorite song plays in your car? Or when the sky is cloudy and there will be rain soon?

Do you think of me?

[covered-in-bones]

If I’m loved, I should feel love….right?