I'd never thought I had the niche for poetry, let alone that I would write so many pieces throughout the year, but here I am—having surprised myself once again. I met someone in a very strange point in my life, but when isn't a strange time? Within the passion and love, I soon found heartbreak. From that point onwards, my love for self-expression grew. I found myself pouring my feelings onto paper, and wanted to share my thoughts with all of you.
I am not a place
you can lay to rest
a mere pit stop between
my spread thighs
for you to release
the stress
with your heavy hands
there is no vacancy
no space empty
for you to come
as you are not willing
to stay
— for all the time you knew you didn't want me yet, you touched me anyway
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I fall in love with people too quickly, and far too deeply — I let them in even though I’m terrified that they’ll leave somebody.
— and I’ll never tell you this was my biggest fear
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But I can’t help but let all the thoughts of people around me make me lose faith in my own judgment. I don’t think I’m wrong to love him, when I see his eyes light up around me. I don’t think he has intentions to hurt me when he cares so deeply about me.
— and I was wrong
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What did my hands do before they held him?
What did my heart feel before experiencing this love?
sorrow and misery.
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he treats me like a book in the library
decides when he wants to bend back my spine,
read me; secrets spilled over the pages like ink.
sometimes he decides,
he can tuck me away, on a shelf.
only for him to read,
being his without belonging to him.
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I haven’t got the slightest clue what I’m doing with my life
but I see him and I know I can see myself with him forever
I know I’m ‘too young’ or foolish or reckless in love
and you say that he probably isn’t the one for me
but who are you to judge what real love is
who are you to tell me who I can and can’t love
to tell me he isn’t right
you hardly know a single thing about him
I constantly contemplate death and he makes me want to hold on to my life just because there is hope that he’ll be by my side
he makes me feel alive without even having to touch my frigid skin
don’t tell me i don’t know what love is when what this is feels so real
without him the days wouldn’t be days I'd go back to cutting them short with harmful thoughts and actions
don’t tell me he isn’t mine or isn’t right for me.
don’t you dare when all you’ve done is made mistakes with your choices;
don’t tell me he doesn’t respect me when he hasn’t asked for a single thing from me
don’t tell me I’m low when you don’t know the circumstances
don’t tell me he doesn’t love me when you can’t hear his hushed words at 2am.. don’t tell me it isn’t real- shattering my fairytale
About the Creator
Pink Floyd
just another brick in the wall.
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