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This bed is different but I can still feel me in the room.
The walls are painted a light shade of blue which matches the mood of the room and all the memories that resonates within the walls.
I lay in this new bed and stare up at the ceiling. The ceiling that I once cried and fell asleep staring at every night
I lay close to the wall. The wall that I slowly became attached to when he started seeing past me. This wall feels like me.
This room resonates within me. He invaded my safe space. My room was now his.
I come back now and the walls feel like him. The bed feels like him
Staring at the ceiling and I can feel him staring back at me.
Hey guys ! It would be really cool if you guys can check out my poems and just give them some love. I’ve been writing a lot since I’ve had some traumatic things happen in the last 7 years. I decided to finally write it all down. Please let me know what you think:
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How can he not miss me ? How can he kiss someone else? How can he look me in the eyes and say he wants me? When it's so clear he wanted everyone else. Hearing the sounds of every girl moan your name in my ear that's what I hear. Fuck you and your damn depression I believe you made your impression on every girl here. You took me down and made me feel like I belonged there and It took me a year to crawl back up but I'm here and no one will ever tear me down again. Go with the girl you kept going back to maybe she will like the pain. I've built a wall around my fists to remind myself that being angry means you won. I will still let everyone in cause that's who I am but let me tell you this. You thought I wouldn't be standing and here I am pitying you and every girl lined up if only they knew the sorrow you bring to everyone you touch.
The older I get the more angry I get at myself. How am i 22 and have nothing I'm passionate about. I have no one I want to be with. I have no goals. I have no motivation. I'm sad about the past cause it's the only interesting thing about my life. Becoming someone is the hardest thing I never did.
my thighs r thick cos theyre full of love
Mine are full of cheese and crackers
white boys be like “im gonna make you come so hard” and ur like, what to my senses
every time i see this i’m thrown into hysterics because for some reason i NEVER anticipate the ending of this sentence
All your denial its so heavy.
Please just get it off me.
I cant breathe.
You were mine. You were mine. you were mine,
It was all true. It all happened. You were there.
You kept killing me. Over and over again.
What are you trying to bring down?
I'm not there anymore. I'm just shadowing myself and looking at it all fall.
That's what I do best. I watch it all fall.
Your so good at breaking me.
God youre so good.
I'm not here. I'm not here. I'm not here,
We all want to say those last words. Whether it’s to hurt someone, to make them realize how much they hurt you, to make them feel your love. We all wanted to say those last words. But they took those from Us.
Mine would be: I’m sorry I hate you. I want to say you made me this way but I know that’s on me too. You told me that I changed. You’re right I have. Changing made me realize that I deserved better. I shouldn’t of shut you out the way I did. But you shut me out too and I stuck through it. You left me for her. The girl that you knew couldn’t help you the I way I used to.. I find myself asking this question a lot lately , how many time have you kissed my lips after you had just came back from kissing hers? You started this rage in me that I buried deep. But when you grabbed my hair and told me it’s okay it’ll be fast I realized no one could help you. You’re a monster. I don’t know if I’m angry . For now I’m just heart broken . It’s not the fact that I got hurt in that way it’s the person that did it that’s killing me. The betrayal is killing me .
Sometimes people let the same problem make them miserable for years when they could just say, so what. That’s one of my favorite things to say. So what.
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Here's to the girls that can't post body pictures . Here's to the girls that wear makeup everyday not for themselves but because they have acne. Here's to the girls that can't dress in cute clothes cause of their weight. Here's to the girls that hurt themselves cause they don't think they're enough. Here's to the girls. Here's to the girls that can't be touched cause they've been a victim. Here's to the girls that drink to not feel the pain. Here's to the girls that have been wronged by a man. Here's to the girls that have been told it's not natural to love a woman.. Here's to us. We've made it. We are beautiful. We are connected. We need each other. We help each other. Here's to the girls.