Growing Pains

Margret Marie (pen name) WLW🌈 Poetry Word vomit and fairy dust✨

[cornbelt]

morning light

[3rabbit]

daughter (non-practicing)

[midnightinshadow]

[serendipityscrible-deactivated2]

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level, belong together.

[somewordsarebiggerthanothers]

[becherdireinen]

dating to marry? i’m dating to bind our souls together eternally so we'll find each other lifetime after lifetime without an end.

[gardensof-babylon]

I vividly remember saying to you, as we were walking side by side,

„I feel really sad that the things I love most about myself are the things that you dislike or tolerate“

[vexheart]

[gardensof-babylon]

I lie awake at night wondering if I‘m just part of the evolutionary natural selection & I’m not meant to survive

[medievalloco]

'If the rain that touches your skin travelled miles to find you, then so will everything that is meant for you"

Anonymous

[gardensof-babylon]

I numb my brain in medication 

Until the pain starts seeping through 

Then I take another and another 

'Til I forget what I saw in you 

I spent months running 

From one doc to another 

You spent them running 

From my hips to hers 

[gardensof-babylon]

skin 

I know that I’m alive -

I notice when it hurts.

Your name the pain echoes,

In my sleep I hear the words.

You leave when you get lonely,

Like a father you run far.

Know it must hurt to wreck,

In the way that you got scarred.

When the night‘s relief evades me,

I fight with you in my head.

Hours upon hours, 

Of relentless play - pretend.

If I had been more a woman, 

There’s no world I would have begged.

There’s a piece of me in shambles, Po

You didn’t care enough to mend. 

Your hands used to hold mine steady, 

Now I picture them on her, 

Wondering what was wrong with my skin, 

That you went looking for in hers. 

[gardensof-babylon]

i don’t remember how it feels to walk without feeling weak 

that gentle ease,

you don’t spare a thought on -

until it evades you and only exists,

in your mind like a fragment,

a mythical creature from an old tale.

something in the corner of your eye, 

you’re not quite sure you really saw,

or if it was the wind playing tricks.

just a rustling of leaves, far off,

somewhere in the distance. 

[gardensof-babylon]

It is a blessing,

You do not treat me as you love me -

For if I felt loved, 

I would still be curled up at your feet.

[gardensof-babylon]

If tragedy must be my life’s tune, 

may it ring boldly -

as I take each step anyway.

[gardensof-babylon]

I’m sorry I can’t unlove you 

The way that you unloved me 

So quick, borderline mean 

No way to not take it personally 

[gardensof-babylon]

I’ll gladly dig my own grave 

As long as I’m not dead to you 

You left so devastatingly gentle 

didn’t even notice ‘til it bruised