When we wore pain instead of bracelets
And breathed death instead of air
Our tears were made of brokenness
and no one seemed to care
through all the storms we stood through
every silent screech and every fall
Still standing strong united
together through it all

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My blank eyes stare
In bold frustration
At the white sheet
Sitting, calmly mocking me
On the plain brown table

The pen quivers in hand
My mussels shake with shame
But try as I might
My ideas are insanely sane

No bursting fits of passion
Or inspiring metaphors
Only a page covered in splatters
From my ink of internal wars

A block of metal in my mind
A chain of iron on my hand
Glossy mirrors on my eyes
Spiking needles in my thighs

Calling for me to get up
To leave this terrible attempt
But when a poets mind is blank
Like mine
About blankness will they find a rhyme

You’re an icicle
So flawless and beautiful
But so cold to me

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TO DO LIST:
-Paint nails black and silver
-Finish reading that novel I started
-Finish writing that novel I started
-Offer my bus seat to an elderly lady… unless I’m driving the bus.
-Make tea
-Practice piano
-Clean out closet
TO ****** LIST:
-People who have hurt those I love
-Depression
-Suicide
-Unrequited love
-Rejection
-Inadequacy
-ppl who lyk legit totes talk lyk this lol as if they are lyk, texting or whatevz cuz they think its lyk totes adorbz and stuff *** lyk ***** rofl
-People who respond to my paragraph text with: K. or Lol.
-Slow walkers in front of me
-people who sing Xmas carols in June.
TO DATE LIST:
-That guy I’ve liked since the first day I saw him
-Chocolate
-Chocolate’s cousin: Caramel
-Tea
-CHOCOLATE BROWNIES
-Every fictional character I am in love with... there's alot

Don't you agree that human beings are truly disgusting creatures?

I stare at the page
But I can't focus
I am reminiscing
All the feelings
From long ago
I am better than I was
But still
Sometimes
I fall back into the
Darkness
The despair
I used to live with
Constantly
Sometimes I don't even know
Why
But I feel it
Right now
I can feel it
But it is different
It is quieter
Like a memory
Knocking at the window
It won't come in
I will just watch it
Remember it
Write of it
Until I forget
For a moment
And live*
For a moment
But
It will be back
It will slip through my door
That I tried to lock
And it will wrap its arms
Around me
A familiar embrace
That suffocates me
Forces me to
Forget my life
My responsibilities
And lie
Huddled around it
Waiting for it to leave me
For another moment
It is just passing by
It won't come in today
And I can live
Through this moment

Would you mind being my reason to stress out over how I look and actually put effort into my appearance?
Would you mind messing up my grades by distracting me by hanging out in every thought I have?
Would you mind ******* up my sleep because I am so busy thinking about your beautiful eyes I can't even close mine?
Would you mind totally throwing my nerves out of whack by walking by me everyday so the butterflies in my stomach basically have seizures when I see you?
Would you mind scaring the hell out of me by giving me a chance so I am so terrified I will mess it up, my heart is always pounding?
Would you mind giving me a headache by sending me confusing texts that puzzle me and I spend hours trying to decode your mixed signals?
Would you mind being mine?
even just for a little while
would you mind?
what do either of us have to lose after all

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I’m the words between the lines you don’t say
Most of me, is made up of assumptions people make, and I let them
Like static characters in your favorite novels who’s unwritten characteristics you make up in your mind
I am a thousand stereotypes to thousands
But in reality I don’t quite fit, and I defy every one of them
I’m the notes in between diminished chords
That clash and don’t belong
I’m that one crooked picture frame
An uneven hoodie string, just a little shorter than what I should be
The zipper that always gets stuck
A loose thread
And I’m an “almost” puzzle piece in a jigsaw puzzle made of glass
Just a shard
A mirror shard
reflecting an ugly past
Which is fine by me
But some days I get sick of being an unending decimal
Because although lots of people want someone who is incomplete so they can fix them
When they learn I am not repairable
No one wants a fractured and scarred little silver lock with cracks all along the sides
If they don’t have the key
No one wants to fill my crevices with little parts of themselves
And I would love someone made out of the darkest ink
Because you don’t need to be whole to be happy
I could trace the smudges they leave to make them beautiful
But no one else sees the world through a clear tape lens the way I do
So I’m stuck
Here
Where no one wants to find me
Because nothing good lives here
Just living in between

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You said goodbye before even saying hello
You haven’t even given me a chance to scare you away yet
How can you have rejected me before that?
You don’t know me yet
I promise you, I’m broken
I promise you, you would end up leaving in the end
Once I introduced you to a close friend called My Past
Once I let you see my cracks and scars
But I the thing is
I didn’t even get the chance to scare you off
You never even gave me a shot with you
And let me tell you
I might be unlovable
Maybe I’m not pretty
Maybe I’m unpopular
But if anything
I could make you happy
If only for a month
It would be a beautiful month
You would smile everyday
I would let you know you are wonderful
You never looked past my cover
And I don’t understand why you didn’t open me up to peek inside
Because baby I’m a novel in progress
And so far, the later parts are pretty scary
But you would have liked the beginning, I bet
Because I could have made you feel special
Compliments are one of the few things I can do
I can do them well, too
I am anything but ordinary
Which can be a bad thing
And it is
But it can have a good side too
A silver lining
I’d listen to you
I’m a poet
And I don’t know if any of my poems are any good, really, lots of them are crap
But I do know words
They were my friends when no one else was
I can use them, to dress you up in wonderful
I can use them to paint a smile on your face
I can sculpt them into lovely flattery
I can make you feel magnificent in a way no other girl could
Because my vocabulary consists of more words than: *** you are like, totes hot lol
Because even if I can’t be pretty enough for you
My words can be pretty
Like no one else’s
I love to fish
I will sit and wait in silence for ages
To catch one
Just like I will sit and wait for you
Without getting distracted
Like many would if you left them alone too long
But you can count on me to be faithful
I am a singer
I don’t know if I am any good
But I can sing you a song
And if you don’t want me to
I won’t
But at least that means I like music
I’m made out of lyrics and notes
I know you play violin
I’d listen to you play for hours
And I would want to
The way most other girls wouldn’t really want to
I read more than I breathe
Which means I can focus on one thing for hours
I could shift that focus to you in a second
I could pay you more attention than any other girl would
And I am an over-thinker
Which means you can be sure you would be on my mind
At all hours even when you’re sure no one else could possibly be awake at this hour
I have a dark side
And you might not like it
But that means I can handle yours
No matter how dark it is
I can deal with shadows
And I’ll do anything I can to silence your demons
Because I have experience dealing with those
I’ve had many of my own
I am passionate
Which means I will mean what I say
And you can’t scare me
You can trust me
I’ve locked in several secrets thornier than any of yours, I’m sure
You never found out who I am
Did you know I taught myself guitar?
Electric and Acoustic
I don’t know if I’m any good
But you might like to know that
Also ukulele and drums
I play violin, ukulele, bass guitar, recorder, the spoons, harmonica, pin-whistle, piano,
I’m not saying I’m a prodigy at any of them
But I only took lessons for piano and violin
Everything else is self-taught
I’m just saying that I can be patient
Learn to know and understand things that take a long time without getting frustrated
I could learn to know and understand you
I speak french fluently
That has to say something for my patience
And willingness to learn new things… like you
I could whisper all my pretty words to you
In a foreign tongue
I have 97 different sides of me that I let people see
And an infinite amount of other sides that I don’t
I could be the girl you wanted
I could learn to be her
Whoever you want “her” to be
Whatever you want “her” to be
I have traveled to over 56 cities
All around the world
Asia to Europe to America
I have seen so many beautiful priceless things
But I still think
In all my travel experience
You are one of the most beautiful priceless things I have ever seen
And that is saying something
Because I have seen Paris at Night
I have seen Amsterdam at sunset
And I have seen Japan at sunrise
Ireland at 5:00
Spain in the evening
I’ve seen oceans at midnight
And yet
I would sacrifice all those experiences
For a chance with you
You never got to know me
You never learned that I know constellations
I could have shown you stars far more breathtaking
Than any Hollywood movie actress
You never learned that I write fiction stories
I could have written you a fairy-tale
But you never gave me a chance to show you myself
You will never know the little things about me
Like the fact that I like the scent of rain
I’m obsessed with Earl Grey tea
I like to watch rainstorms and lightning storms better than anyone
I’m into old movies
And I like thorns to be left on roses
I wear metaphors
I love skating, and I actually am capable of doing it well enough, I suppose
I like medieval towns and cuckoo clocks
My favorite color is purple
And I love skipping stones across lakes
And I like twilight better than sunset and dawn, though I adore all three
I doubt you could ever actually like me though
Because I am anything but lovely
Anything but wonderful
Anything but amazing
But you would have liked how I made you feel
If you would let me in
You would have enjoyed dating me, at the beginning at least
I promise you that
But you never gave me a chance
You never got to learn to know me
You said goodbye before even saying hello

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Valentines Day is still pretty far away
But I have made my plans already
I was thinking eating chocolate I bought myself all by myself
Watching a really ****** love movie depressing myself
Probably eating enough ice cream to fill a truck with
Straight out of the bucket
And I shouldn’t worry, I’m young
There’s still plenty of time to fall in love
But watching everyone around me who is in love
Makes me want to impale cupid with his own arrow
Because I always fall in love…alone
The word “unrequited” should be stabbed
The word is best friends with “lonely”
I don’t expect anyone to see past my imperfections
Long enough to give me a chance by February 14th
So I’m planning ahead of time
Making my grocery list: Sad Movie, Kleenex box, Chocolate, Ice cream, blanket, tea.
I’ve had my eye on you since the very first day I saw you
Any chance you want to ruin my Valentines day plans?

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