poetry

some of my own thoughts put together in the beautiful form of poems

[blushandbourbon]

Sometimes you fall off the wagon for months. Sometimes you tell yourself you’re gonna start fresh on Monday and by Wednesday you’ve already fallen back off. Sometimes you have to restart a 100 times and it’s frustrating. But it will be okay. You can do this. One day at a time

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done

im tired 

of constantly feeling

rejected

alone

second best

discared

like trash

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all i wanted was to go on adventures

all i wanted was to be free

all i wanted was to avoid my problems

all i wanted was to seize the day

all i wanted was to feel peaceful

all i wanted was to be wrapped in you-

the smell,

the taste,

the sight-

of you.

this summer, 

i wanted all of that to be mine.

and now i realize

just like with wishes,

wants don’t come true.

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how?

how do you tell someone you love them?

that you love 

their eyes,

their smile,

their freckles,

their lips?

how do you tell someone you love them?

that you love 

their ambition,

their passion,

their happiness,

their joie de vivre?

how do you tell someone you love them?

that you love

their flaws,

their perfections,

their very nature?

how do you tell someone you love them?

without fear,

without rejection,

without abandonment?

if you want to feel okay,

you don’t.

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I just want to be loved. Is that too much to ask?

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dark truths

it is so remarkable how quickly my heart turns cold when i finally open up to them. i told him my darkest truths- and yet, he went away.

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Tinted glasses over glowing red eyes, sadness pouring over like gleaming pearls. Red eyes, looking forward to nothing, numb mouth locked in a disgraceful way. Nothing to look for, only depression to be felt. Sharp edge, red tint. Sharp sting, bad memories. Walking in the pouring rain, a body full of dreams and a broken soul.

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I thought

I thought you were the one I thought you would love me I thought you were perfect I thought you were mine

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I was happy

I was happy last night. You called me over And pulled me close And grabbed my hand And whispered my name And smiled at me And I was happy. You told everyone I was yours. even your friends And I was happy. You kissed my cheek. And pulled me close And laughed at my jokes And smiled that smile of yours And I was happy. You asked me to be with you forever. And sang our song to me And your voice was melodic and lovely And it was perfect And I was happy. I was happy, and then I woke up.

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Insomnia

Somewhere in the distance a car siren rings. It’s not very loud, but for those awake in the silent hours of the early morning it is deafening. The typically assiduous highways are depleted, with only the odd car driving through on the way home from a late night out. The silence one can bask themselves in is both eerily calming and eerily frightening, for there is nothing more daunting than encountering a night alone. Those who are awake on those early hours customarily have things more formidable to be afraid of. There was a very well known quote that stated that those who were awake at such early hours were either in love or heartbroken. The insomniac who lies awake for nights on end would altercate that endless nights of unsettlement was much more frightening than the prospect of being in or out of love. Those who are heartbroken often can’t sleep due to sadness and those who are in love often can’t sleep due to happiness. Two opposite ends on a intertwined continuum. To an insomniac, the emotions of happiness and sadness were never fully expressed for they often sat in the centre of the continuum, and having the encounter solely one night of sleeplessness for being on one end or the other of that continuum was like a dream for the insomniac - if they had dreams that is. The night was never fully silent though, that was impossible. The loneliness of insomnia was often joined by the ringing of sirens or the singing of birds. Some nights it was accompanied by the falling of rain or the rustling of wind. That famous quote never mentioned that sometimes those who were awake to watch the sun set were kept awake from insomnia rather than love. The quote liked to romanticise the calamity of unsettled nights, of purple bruises under tired eyes and of racing minds inside disguised smiles. The quote liked to exhort that nights without sleep were romantic and endearing, but it never once mentioned what it was like to live like that night after night. Never once experiencing the comfort of blissful sleep and the beauty of being trapped inside a dream with no awareness of the troubles surrounding them. Somewhere in the distance, a car siren rings. It’s morning now and the noise is welcomed by the rising sun. In beds around the city young children and elderly grandparents are emerging from their caves of blankets and pillows. But for the insomniac who is staring out the window it is just another reminder of the bed they have yet to enter. Of the dreams and nightmares they have yet to endure. For the insomniac it is not an alarm, but merely a haunting laugh, entertained by painful night they’ve just endured. The alarm clock that rings is not their to wake them up, instead to remind them that they have not slept and they will not sleep. They will not dream. - written by reck-less-teen-agers

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Sad girls

My throat is tight You’re on my mind Tears cloud my sight I’m not on yours. You don’t feel the same You don’t share my pain Nobody wants a broken toy Sad girls don’t get the boy

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the holidays

its starting to get cold

and it reminds me of when you were mine

and i miss you

terribly

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late at night i write things

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I'm crying in the supermarket and the worst part is it's not even about you. it's about another boy who broke my heart a boy that isn't you.

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slowly, i got up

And realized

He’s gone.

Forever.

Last night was a blur,

And I hoped it was all a bad dream.

But of course,

It wasn’t.

I lost the love of my life

In an accident.

Not an accident in a car, or a fire.

It was an accident in love.

He fell for her,

She fell for him,

And I fell,

But no one was there to catch me.

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I hate you

I hate everything about you. I hate your crooked teeth and your crooked smile. I hate the dimples on either side of your mouth. I hate your laugh, and the way your voice sounds when you’ve laughed too much. I hate how your voice cracks. I hate your dull brown eyes that crinkle when you smile. I hate every freckle on your face. I hate your tan skin. I hate your upturned nose. I hate your stringy, brown hair. I hate you.

but in reality, I love you. I love your imperfect teeth and your lovely smile. I love the dimples on your forever blushing cheeks. I love your laugh. I love how you laugh even more when your voice does that wonderful thing and cracks. I love your beautiful brown eyes that crinkle whenever you smile. I love the perfectly scattered freckles on your face. I love your sun-tanned skin. I love your cute nose. I love your shining brown hair. more importantly, I love you.

you don’t love me, I know that. you’ve told me several times. I always pretend it’s not true, but inside, I know it is.

It hurts me deeply that you won’t ever feel the same way I do. every day, at 11:11, they tell me to make a wish.

I always wish for you to love me back.

Always.