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h bridgeman Mar 2018
i'm stuck in a constant loop.
i'll be feeling good and holding friendships
together and the sun would be constantly
shining on my face.
and then something would happen.
it may not even be a big something. just a word
or a remark at the wrong place and the wrong time
and i snap.
the sun is no longer warming my face. i isolate
myself from those i care about and the feeling
of warmth in my chest suddenly turns to stone.

i've busted the skin on my thighs now.
i'm back to square one.

nothing that i've been told helps, does what
it's supposed to do.
counter methods never work and now
i've restarted the loop with torn thighs
and the feeling of stone in my chest.
h bridgeman Mar 2018
you can't sit there and tell me that you
have no one when i am here waiting day
after day for you to open up to me.
to let me in.
like you used to when we were younger
and you felt like you could trust me with
the world.
i don't know what happened.
you moved i guess. i hung out with
different people and we drifted.
our friendship was slipping through the cracks.
i never thought that it'd happen to us.
i hoped it would never happen to us.

i understand that what you went through was
hard and you feel like your world is crumbling
around you but do not tell me that you have no
one when i have always been here.
i'm never going to leave you, no matter how
much you ignore me or how little you tell me
i will be here until you tell me you don't want
me anymore.
you're my best friend.
please let me in because i feel like you
and me are slipping through the cracks and
that was the last thing that i wanted for us.
h bridgeman Mar 2018
dear you,
if i could say these words to your face without
stumbling over my tongue and spewing a mindless
combination of 26 different letters, then i would.
but, me being me, i can't seem to look at you without
a knife dragging from my heart to my toes and
my tongue falling out of my skull like a dog that ran a mile.
i wish that i could speak to you the way that
i write about you.
i wish that my tongue would form words like my fingers
do when they type or write or draw.
i want to express myself to you. to your face instead
of hiding behind a screen, sending a message
to tell you how i feel.
i may have a way with words but i do not
have a knack for speaking them.
h bridgeman Mar 2018
the very ground you tread on changes colour with every step you take.
you create art wherever you go.
everything you do is art.
everything you say is art.
you are art.
you're entire being is made up of different patterns, colours, shapes.
and every single part of you is so ******* beautiful.
i want to frame you.
take a picture.
paint you myself.
because i'll be ****** if someone can find art that is prettier than you.
  Mar 2018 h bridgeman
Tara Phillips
Love, noun
1. a strong feeling of affection.
2. a great interest and pleasure in something.

Apart from many, many negatives, love can bloom into something so special. It can make someone feel wanted in society. Someone loves you and you love them. It’s perfect when you’ve found it, but terrible when it’s lost, so you cherish it for as long as you can. It can make you feel euphoric, cringingly happy and make you a better person to be around. This is why I love to love. Love fills you with a joy that nothing else could ever compare to. Love is unique, and love is beautiful. Just don’t mistaken love as a need, take it as a river flows. Smoothly and peacefully.
h bridgeman Mar 2018
there was something about the sun
that made me think of you.
it could be the glow of your eyes,
or the heat of your skin,
or the warmth of your gaze when
you look at certain things.
the sun also hurt.
it was too hot to touch and it
burned you if you were in it's
presence for too long.
you burned me.
you burned my skin and my
heart and my soul.
you make my eyes sting with
tears when i look at you for too
long.
you are so much like the sun,
beautiful. but dangerous
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