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[maya-poetry]

I got medicine and then I got you And I swear I could stop it You’re more of a dose of antidepressants Than it’ll ever be But I know that you’re here because it’s here because I AM FINALLY HERE I am a member of my life again Thanks to it Thanks to you Not for curing me but for keeping me on medicine For keeping me feeling like I don’t need it But letting me know I should take it all the same Maybe it was him that started me on them His telling me that I was too negative, never happy But God you make me positive, make me happy The pills they just give me the ability to feel You you do so much more You give me things to feel

Sertraline (via maya-poetry)

[maya-poetry]

I want you to know I’m scared Scared because nobody has ever been so Goddamn NICE And I don’t know how to handle it I don’t know how to handle NICE I can do defensive I can do cold But you, You’ve got me baffled How do you handle NICE? I am not NICE I am jagged edges and 3am tears I am secretive I am closed I am protective because I didn’t know NICE before you And now that I have you Now that I have NICE Baby I don’t know what to do

a NICE problem to have (via maya-poetry)

This is a gem

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You're a gem❤️💎

[maya-poetry]

I want you to know I’m scared Scared because nobody has ever been so Goddamn NICE And I don’t know how to handle it I don’t know how to handle NICE I can do defensive I can do cold But you, You’ve got me baffled How do you handle NICE? I am not NICE I am jagged edges and 3am tears I am secretive I am closed I am protective because I didn’t know NICE before you And now that I have you Now that I have NICE Baby I don’t know what to do

a NICE problem to have

[maya-poetry]

I got medicine and then I got you And I swear I could stop it You’re more of a dose of antidepressants Than it’ll ever be But I know that you’re here because it’s here because I AM FINALLY HERE I am a member of my life again Thanks to it Thanks to you Not for curing me but for keeping me on medicine For keeping me feeling like I don’t need it But letting me know I should take it all the same Maybe it was him that started me on them His telling me that I was too negative, never happy But God you make me positive, make me happy The pills they just give me the ability to feel You you do so much more You give me things to feel

Sertraline

[maya-poetry]

Sometimes I realize that we are Going to die That my mothers hand will Turn cold And become the dust Of the earth That I could go before her And she'd cry to a god She wasn't sure was there Wishing her baby would Come home So my breath Catches in my throat And I think to hold her To make sure she's here That she knows I'm here But I stay in bed all the same I think she knows I love her I think she'll be okay

Mommy this is the love I can't seem to vocalize to you

[maya-poetry]

When I think too much I can't write If I don't spit it up Fingers typing faster than thoughts in my head It's shit It's shit anyway But when it gets to this Time of night (One in the morning) The energy it takes to think Depletes the energy needed to create And to write is to release To think is to constrain I write at night Because I can't think Because in the day I build Accidental cages around my poems Constrained by style and eloquence and All the other forms of crap People worry about to make "art" But at night You can pour words without Worrying about spilling Who gives a fuck When you care too much It's not art it's a project

It is never the right time, really

[maya-poetry]

Us as a competition of who could care the least. Us as a fairytale where the prince screws the maid because he hasn’t the guts to love the princess. Us as a poem the girl writes for the boy she cannot admit she loves. Us as hoping for the future neither of us will work for. Us as a game where sex is power and romance is weakness. Us as deleted texts and words that stick in the back of your throat and hands that do not reach for fear of grasping nothing. Us as something that we did not know the other wanted as well.

Us in the sense of never. (via maya-poetry)

[maya-poetry]

Us as a competition of who could care the least. Us as a fairytale where the prince screws the maid because he hasn’t the guts to love the princess. Us as a poem the girl writes for the boy she cannot admit she loves. Us as hoping for the future neither of us will work for. Us as a game where sex is power and romance is weakness. Us as deleted texts and words that stick in the back of your throat and hands that do not reach for fear of grasping nothing. Us as something that we did not know the other wanted as well.

Us in the sense of never.

[maya-poetry]

He is like sunshine Like flowers Like this poem is a walking cliche and I don't care I'd rather change the world but I'm sitting on a couch changing my position to fit perfectly in his arms This is not what I wanted but this is what I cannot give up It is selfish It is love

What you do to me

[maya-poetry]

how long have you been writing for?

About two years, consistently only recently.

[maya-poetry]

I’m writing shit poetry On a shittier life And things aren’t even bad That’s the problem Things are great And art is bad And pity is undeserved

Shit (via maya-poetry)

This is so fucking great that i reblogged it on two accounts

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Wow you’re great thank you so much

[maya-poetry]

I curled my fingers in your hair Like I was supposed to Kissed right, touched right Didn't feel right Sorry for saying it felt good It should've You did every damn thing right Looked like a god in the darkness But I didn't feel like getting on my knees I'm trying to figure out Where love went I bet pleasure is Hiding with it

Love is a chore

[maya-poetry]

We weren’t meant to be friends, Lovers a word that never graced our lips.  But we kissed, We kissed, We kissed.  Telling the gods It was our choice to ruin what little sanity was left For the way your breath felt on my bare skin.  We wanted to believe it was.  I wanted to believe it was worth it. I say we but now I mean me and the Cold part of my bed Where you were never Meant to lie. But you did and you might again. We keep playing at a future neither of us wants And the earth keeps spinning But we’re standing still hoping That maybe this moment will live.  Soon you will be dust on a forgotten bookshelf And I will be words you never had the courage to say But now Now you’re at my fingertips and I don’t know if I should hold on.  I do not love you, But maybe I could.  It’s just that the way your lips fit my neck Made me think that maybe We could steal the stars from heaven And keep them in our pockets.  It’s just that our hips locked together Like fate was something imagined. I thought we could just be.  But we were benefits without friends.  Nothing to hold onto But the fire of our bodies in the cold. It burns, it burns, it burns, And I can no longer feel my hands. 

Our bodies fit in a way our minds never will. (via maya-poetry)

[maya-poetry]

I am not scared to die. I am scared that one day I’ll wake up and I’ll be thirty with a life as unclear and terrifying as I have now. I’m scared of sitting alone in a big house because I chose work over family. I’m scared of not choosing work. I’m scared of dependency. I’m scared of love. I’m scared of getting old. I’m scared of the inevitable fact that one day my body will cease to function and I will be alive but not fully. I’m scared I’ll never change the world. I’m scared of being unhappy. I’m scared of making the wrong choices. I’m scared because I can’t find a happy way to end this.

I need you by my side but I’m scared of that too. (via maya-poetry)

[maya-poetry]

We weren’t meant to be friends, Lovers a word that never graced our lips.  But we kissed, We kissed, We kissed.  Telling the gods It was our choice to ruin what little sanity was left For the way your breath felt on my bare skin.  We wanted to believe it was.  I wanted to believe it was worth it. I say we but now I mean me and the Cold part of my bed Where you were never Meant to lie. But you did and you might again. We keep playing at a future neither of us wants And the earth keeps spinning But we’re standing still hoping That maybe this moment will live.  Soon you will be dust on a forgotten bookshelf And I will be words you never had the courage to say But now Now you’re at my fingertips and I don’t know if I should hold on.  I do not love you, But maybe I could.  It’s just that the way your lips fit my neck Made me think that maybe We could steal the stars from heaven And keep them in our pockets.  It’s just that our hips locked together Like fate was something imagined. I thought we could just be.  But we were benefits without friends.  Nothing to hold onto But the fire of our bodies in the cold. It burns, it burns, it burns, And I can no longer feel my hands. 

Our bodies fit in a way our minds never will. (via maya-poetry)

Shit, that one burned.

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I am so sorry, but thank you.

[maya-poetry]

How do I feel? Like that's not a fair question. Like life is floating just outside my reach and I'm running and running but my god it's too far and I'll never catch it. Like love isn't love it's hoping that something stirs my insides and sparks a fire on my tongue but it doesn't and it won't no matter how hard I try to light myself on fire using you as a match. Like bed doesn't feel like sleep anymore it feels like a tomb and sometimes when nobody's around I lie with my arms crossed and hope death will take me. Like crying during movies because the screen holds more of a life than I do and my head is hurting but I'm glad because that's feeling something. How do I feel? I don't.

I just want to wake up.

[maya-poetry]

If my voice is too loud Raise your standards There is war Famine Disease Cruelty If you are silent I scream for you I cry for you Raise your voice Or you become the shooter The drought The virus The whip I will not sit down to please you I will yell so I Am no longer accountable To your pitiful world You may sit back Tell me I’m intimidating Out of touch But you’ll be sitting As the world is changing And I will change with it If you’re not scaring anyone Your life is too soft Your influence will be small Scare the man with the gun So he puts it to his temple Instead of a child’s Scare the woman Who drinks the money To feed her starving kids My god, darling Scare yourself Scare yourself into action Change the world Be loud Be assertive Be angry People like me People like you We can change the world We just have to try

If intimidating means successful, I’ll take it (via maya-poetry)

Wow.. I love this 😍

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Aw thanks I love you<3

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I want to take you home so I can be in the presence of your genius

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!!!okay!!! Wow thanks omg

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