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 Jun 19 mysterie
Tiana Marie
She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.
 Jun 19 mysterie
Kalliope
I didn't say goodbye
I couldn't find the strength
No, I took the cowards way
And slipped out in the rain
I had a lot I wanted to say to you
About the way I've been feeling
I decided I couldn't say it
Out of fear your response interrupts my healing
Maybe you'd have begged me to stay
Or worse you'd have urged me to go
Neither response would be what I want
So I had to leave without letting you know
I know in my heart we will never speak again
There's part of me that hopes that isn't true
But I expressed my goals and intentions
Whatever does, or doesn't, come next,
Will be up to you.
 Jun 19 mysterie
ale wagner
she
 Jun 19 mysterie
ale wagner
she
She’s the girl who loves to cry
She’s the girl who loves her books
The one that never asks why
The girl that always cooks

She’s the girl who loved you like ever before
She’s so young and she’s so lost
She’s the one person that always wants to give more
She’s the one who trusts too much

She’s everything nobody can explain
The girl who trusts love
She’s the girl who’s so simple but she’s far away from the word plain
The one who think’s she’s a fool

She’s the girl who’s been in the dark for too long
And to her I say: maybe you’re made out of stars
She’s the girl you’ve seen crying
Because her face was ***** in all the right places

She’s the girl who showed you her scars
The one that gave you more than she ever thought she was able to give
She’s the girl who dances alone
The one that believes en wishes

She’s the girl who has one particular nightmare
The one you’ve seen lost for almost five months
She’s the girl who doesn’t know where to go
But she’s the girl who has words

She’s the girl that keeps telling herself:
You’ll be alright
She’s the one who’s got the same wish on repeat
She’s the girl you’ve got daydreaming

She’s the girl who hates her freckles
She’s the one you’ll always see reading or writing
She’s the girl who doesn’t talk in her sleep
But she’s the one who’s screaming your name in the middle of the night

She’s the one who’s got you on her skin
She’s the girl who’s waiting for the stars to burn out
The one who’s obsession is the moon
She’s the girl who is exhausted but
Boy, she’s strong

She’s the girl with the loneliness that has the prettiest sad eyes you’ve ever seen
She’s the girl who loves her room
The one that would fight for you
She’s the girl who’s waiting at a shore for a sea that never comes

She’s the girl who lies about the color of her hair
The one who showed you a side of her that
She doesn’t show to anyone else
She’s the girl with too much noise in her head
The one that never see’s less

She’s the girl that still has a lot to offer
To love and to suffer
And now she knows:

She’s the girl who feels colors
The one that sees music
The girl who hears sadness
She’s the girl that listens to happiness

She’s the girl who is a poet
She’s the girl that you somehow lost
chapter 1
iam the girl who sit alone
Iam the girl who stands alone
Iam the girl who crys alone
Iam the girl who talks alone
Iam the girl who walks alone
Iam the girl who  speaks alone
Iam the girl who runs alone
Iam the girl who sleeps alone
Iam the girl who eats alone
Iam the girl who crazy alone
Iam the girl who drinks alone
Iam the girl who smokes alone
Iam the girl who wishes alone
Iam the girl who loves alone
Iam the girl who shops alone
Iam the girl who lays alone
Iam the girl who texts alone
Iam the girl who listens alone
Iam the girl who showers alone
Iam the girl who plays alone
Iam the girl who calls alone
Iam the girl who swears alone
Iam the girl who paints alone
Iam the girl who lonely alone
Iam the girl who happy alone
Iam the girl who sad alone
Iam the girl who angry alone
Iam just a girl.
 Jun 19 mysterie
rogue
pretty girl with her head in a book,
trapped inside a silver tower,
dreaming of places that don’t exist.

handsome man with his heart on his sleeve,
trapped inside his mind,
dreaming of his daughter that doesn't exist.

gorgeous city filled with gorgeous people,
happy smiles and happy laughs.
it’s a lie and they know it.

handsome man tries to save pretty girl
but she’s already saved herself,
with the help of her dreams of places that don’t exist.

songbird comes along and they don’t know what to do.
handsome man wants to **** him. destroy him. end him.
pretty girl feels songbird’s sadness and cries for him.

handsome man can’t bear to see pretty girl cry,
so he lets songbird go.
pretty girl smiles and handsome man can’t breathe.

pretty girl and handsome man discover the city together.
from the seedy underground fight clubs
to the high society tea parties.

handsome man doesn't fit in at tea parties.
pretty girl seems to blend right in.
handsome man’s eyes never leave her.

pretty girl feels his eyes on her and
she turns away to hide her cheeks turning a dusty pink.
pretty girl doesn't look him in the eye anymore.

songbird comes back and tries to take pretty girl.
handsome man sees red and kills him.
pretty girl’s heart mourns for songbird.

pretty girl spits words at him like knives,
he flinches as they cut him.
handsome man doesn't look her in the eye anymore.

pretty girl wants him to leave.
handsome man walks away and doesn't look back.
pretty girl lied.

handsome man finds himself
back in the seedy undercity.
bloodied knuckles, broken nose and a black eye.

pretty girl finds herself
wandering the city’s streets,
wishing handsome man was there.

pretty girl finds him in the gutter
with blood running down his face.
he still looks handsome.

handsome man struggles to speak.
blood seeping from between his lips
and his broken teeth.

handsome man tells pretty girl he can’t bear to see her cry.
pretty girl cries even more.
handsome man isn’t handsome anymore.

handsome man dies in pretty girl’s arms.
this isn’t how the stories go.
she was supposed to save him.

pretty girl is on a warpath.
handsome man would hate to see her now.
dark red lips and an unforgiving gaze.

pretty girl is tired.
she hates what she’s become.
she wants to see handsome man.  

pretty girl dies in a back alley
with a gun in her hand, pressed to her head.
pretty girl isn’t pretty anymore.

pretty girl, pretty girl, with your head in the clouds,
haven’t you read the stories? don’t you know?
the handsome man always dies.

handsome man, handsome man, with your love in your eyes.
haven’t you read the stories? don’t you know?
the pretty girl never survives.

pretty girl, handsome man,
don’t you know?
the heroes fall and the city falls with them.
Does she notice the four sugars,
You sneak into your tea?
What’s she like, this girl?
The girl who isn’t me?

She hasn’t even realised,
The weird dent on your knee.
Who even is this girl?
The girl who isn’t me.

It’s been more than a fortnight,
Since you made me leave my key.
Did you give it to the girl?
The girl who isn’t me?

She’s thinner, smart and cooler.
No one can disagree.
But can you learn to love,
A girl who isn’t me?

Your clothes are where you left them,
in piles on the settee.
That girl calls it a ‘sofa’.
The girl who isn’t me.

**** this, I’m getting wasted.
One shot turns into three.
I’m tempted to drunk text her.
The girl who should be me.

It’s not like I’ve been stalking
Your profiles frantically.
I just can’t believe you’re seeing
A girl who isn’t me.

Does she put up with your mood swings?
When you’re loathing your degree?
How can you stand to be with?
A girl who isn’t me?

Just answer this one question:
What do you really see?
In that wretched girl you’re dating?
That girl who isn’t me?

I must be going crazy.
Who still writes poetry?
I bet your girlfriend hates it.
The girl who isn’t me.

I’m keeping your new console,
And your comfy blue hoodie.
That’s what you get for kissing
A girl who isn’t me.

Maybe I’m just jealous?
I think it’s clear to see.
You clearly love your girl,
Your girl who isn’t me.

You told me all your secrets,
Under that big oak tree.
Can you trust this girl?
This girl who isn’t me.

You can’t, that’s why you grab her.
Silence her every plea.
You laugh and call her stupid.
That’s what you did to me.

I must have dodged a bullet.
I know I’ve been set free.
I hope she breaks your heart.
The girl who isn’t me.

I cannot be the girl,
The girl I used to be.
I guess that’s why you’re now with
A girl who isn’t me.

I see this as a blessing,
It surely has to be.
You’re now stuck with a girl,
A girl who isn’t me.

Your days, my friend, are numbered.
You listening to me?
‘Cause I still know your secrets.
And they’re not safe with me.

The cuts, the bumps and bruises,
I claimed I could not see.
Does your girl have them too?
The girl who isn’t me?

I’ll do my best to save her.
She’s too naïve to see,
that you can’t control your temper,
with a girl who isn’t me.

I wear these scars like war paint,
For all the world to see.
They show how hard I fought,
For that girl and for me.

I did my best to save her.
I tried to help her flee.
But you damaged, hurt and ruined
the girl who’s now like me.

The creaking of your window.
How cold your house must be?
You’ll always have to live with,
the girl who once was me.

I hope this poem haunts you.
I’ll never say sorry.
That girl you called a weakling?
That girl just isn’t me.

— The End —