Words, Words, Words.

I write things, post them here, and hopefully you read them? Dany. 28. She/Her

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#75

some days i feel i might overflow, like my body can not contain the storm that rages in my bones.

some days i feel so full of sorrow i can not eat a thing, there is no room.

and other days I am empty. and separate from my body completely.

but some days, when i am lucky, i see the clear skies i see strangers smile i see children playing and i feel my heart beat for another day.

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#74

the seasons change and she changes with them. in the spring she is wishful and naive. in the summer she is fiery and ruthless. in the autumn she is wise and reflective. in the winter she is steely and immovable. each year she is a surprise. each year she is someone new.

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#73

on days like today i wake up and my skin feels too tight, dry, stretched over bone. i wish i could shed it like a snake. have a fresh start, be a new me.

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#72

the coffee shop bustles with faces i have never seen before and probably never will again. strangers. each having lived through good and bad. each with their own story. i see them. do they see me?

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#71

has the sky always been this dark? or does it just seem that way with no moon or stars to light the night? how many nights must i endure in this darkness? forever she says, until you see that the darkness lives inside you.

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#70

why does eye-contact hurt? my hands shake my stomach twists i can’t sit still as my mind spirals and I'm sucked into the darkest depths of myself i’m not in control of my mind and i couldn't be more afraid

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#69

The first time i saw her face The first time i heard her laugh The first time i made her smile The first time i held her hand The first time i touched her skin The last time she said goodbye These memories are what haunt me

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#68

i remember holding his hand, warm calluses against my soft palms.

i remember looking up, wading in to clear blue eyes that truly saw me.

i remember being embraced, strong arms and a solid chest to rest my head on.

i remember listening to his voice, soft in my ear, breath on my neck.

i remember being loved, embers in my chest, butterflies in my stomach.

I remember I wonder if he does.

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#67

she wakes to her alarm, same as yesterday. sun high in the sky. climbing out of bed, leaving something behind.

her body readies itself for the day her soul burrows into her pillow.

she leaves the house with a hole in her chest. it gapes from 9-5, until she makes it back, crawling into bed. reunited, whole once again a raw and worn thing

the hole now filled with dread for the next sunrise.

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#66

you run into her on the street her hair is different, does she seem taller? but her eyes are the same, deep and warm and piercing. its been years you say, her smile is still radiant, drawing you in, like no time has passed. your chest fills and you feel at home all over again. your hearts on a string, being reeled in by her hand on your lower back. but your brain remembers that glint in her brown eyes. her hair may be shorter but she hasn't changed. you pull back tell her how great she looks but you must be going, someones waiting for you, you're late - time stops when she looks at you - you feel that old ache in your chest as you say goodbye she goes left, you go right, splitting you down the middle again

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#65

she walks around, living, breathing, loving. yet i buried her years ago, mourned her loss, grieved her absence accepted her departure from my life. she walks around, living, breathing, loving others but not me not anymore.

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#64

alabaster and cream once smooth and unblemished they called her Snow White. but that was before before him before the shattering of her heart, her soul, her self. a million razor sharp shards pushing their way out out leaving her bleeding on the bathroom floor. now alabaster and cream marred with perfect pink lines painted like water color. remnants of her heart, her soul, her self, escaping her body exit wounds through her Snow White skin. physical reminders of pain that just won’t go away no longer the fairest of the all.

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#63

it was silly and naive of her to think there was a balance to the universe but she was so young. Even all these years later, she still finds herself throwing coins into fountains wishing to change the past wishing to be whole again. now knowing how foolish she is being but unable to help herself. just in case

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#62

Could you be any thinner he asks as he tugs at the waist of her pants they give about an inch and barely stay on her hips she shoos him away, pretending his words have had no affect on her while her mind is screaming YES always YES

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#61

how did you get here how did this happen how do you stop it

you have no answers you are trapped you are at his mercy

he pretends nothing has happened he smiles and jokes as though he isn't slowly crushing your soul each night

once again you feel helpless once again you have been betrayed once again you will shoulder the blame.

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#60

make art because it feels good make art because it nourishes you like no food can make art because your soul yearns for it

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#59

no one ever told her that she was warrior. that, she found out herself when she needed it most.

no one ever told her that she was a lover. that, she found out herself when she needed it most.

no one ever told her she was a dreamer this, she had always known.