Poetry

All my own works 

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Dark

It’s no wonder you broke up with me. 

I often wonder if I was too dark for you?

I think you needed someone who was brighter than me. 

And I just, I’m no longer bright enough to shine for anyone, 

let alone myself.

I wish I didn’t remember what it felt like to be loved by you. 

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I never thought I’d be begging for someone’s love

How?

How do keep acting normal? 

Everything hurts...

I can’t get home out of my mind. 

That is to say you. 

I can’t get you out of my mind. 

Love has never been easy for you, 

But this?

This is a whole new level of fucked. 

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Higher

Sometimes I wonder, if you think of me like I think of you, in a shimmering light with a golden halo, sprouting wings of pure bliss. 

But deep down, I know you do, you left me because I was too bright to touch, which left me thinking I was to dull.  

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A friend

She told me she was worried that I would be shoved in the same cave as her, she said she was glad it was her and not me because she knew I wasn’t strong enough.  That I played the hardass, badass, emotionless, hopeless, no good fuck up, but that I wasn’t what I said I was. That she knew I was weaker than i showed. 

I told her she was right, I wasn’t strong enough and that I looked up to her for being so brave. I told her I wish I could be more like her and that I could deal with things better, when I knew I didn’t need to.  I told her what she needed to hear and left my feelings where they were, where they’ve always been. 

I think we both knew we were lying that night.... 

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You

You make me feel like the night before a big event, 

restless and so happy that I can’t sleep. 

You make me dream about a future where it’s three am and we’re making cookies because we’re young and stupid. 

So we stay up late and bake, 

we bake and we kiss and we just are. 

You make me want to fly and I really hate heights

You make me want to dance with snakes that could strike me at any moment 

You make me want to have kids and god if there’s one thing in the world I can’t stand to think of having in my future it’s them

You make me want to do stupid things, 

like dreaming of a future we can’t have  

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What I want

What I want

Is for you to remain the way yout are and for me to love you.

I want you to be authentically you. I want you to be happy and I want you to be happy with me. And it is selfish.

But honestly if you're not happy, then what's the point.

What I want, is for you to be okay. I don't want you to live your life hating who you've become or being stuck as someone you are not. I would give my own to make yours whole.

What I want is hope.

[buttonpoetry]

“I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike. Scared, but reckless. With no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you.”

— Rudy Francisco, from Helium (via buttonpoetry)

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Hate, Love

If you are hurting

It shows that you are alive. 

but I can’t keep proving I am living 

by letting people kill the love I have left. 

So if I seem fine, 

it’s because I’d rather show you love

than make you hate yourself for things you can not control. 

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A discovery

I am more accepting of rejection than I am of love. 

They say we only accept the love we deserve, 

If this is true then I will be the biggest sunflower in the garden. 

No, not the garden, not a sunflower. 

I will be a brilliant star miles from the world,

a world so sought out to keep me grounded. 

But stars are lonely 

and so very far from the love they get. 

Stars burn anything that gets to close to them. 

I think that is what I’m scared of, 

they will get so close that they see,

they see, how bright I am, 

and they run.  

Scared of getting burned, 

scared of loving something so, 

terrifyingly extravagant.

And I am scared 

that I will still love them, 

when they no longer love me.