Poetry

Breath.

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Your life was worth as much as the words of hatred that spewed from your mouth.

[rottinglilha]

Cracking a cold one (diet coke) with the boys (my stuffed animals)

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Find the part of me that’s easy to love don’t just leave me here.

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I bite the tongue my mother created. Can she feel it? The part of her imbedded in me?

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I will rot and wither and you’ll just watch.

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I just wanna be held and not touched. I just wanna be held and not touched. I just wanna be held and not touched. I just wanna be held and not touched. I just wanna be held and not touched. I just wanna be held and not touched. I just wanna be held and not touched.

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Perhaps we admire the moon because it tends to remind ourselves of a part of us that is full of beauty.

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I literally stay quite because I’d rather be unheard than unwanted.

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Nobody really tells you how to deal with change. Do you run from it? Grip onto the past with shaky hands?

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1,154 days later, shows that love isn’t measured by time but by the weight of passion and remembrance of you.

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Do y’all like this kinda of image poetry that I make instead of just writing quotes?

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I was just 12 when they shoved grief down my throat. It is not fair. I was not hungry.

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To love me is to be hurt

To touch me is to be burned.

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Still I grasp for things that are out of my reach, still I grasp for you.

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No I’m sorry,I’m actually still just a 12 year old girl with a bleeding heart and a bottle of tequila.

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I crave your hand in my hair and the tart scent of your breath.