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 Sep 2015 Vanessa Grace
Alexandra
My mind won't stop
And as I lay in bed
With silence as my only companion
And my eyes transfixed on the ceiling
I can't help but wonder
Or maybe even hope
That somewhere on this bright night
You're a little restless too
 Sep 2015 Vanessa Grace
Akira
Your love is like a drug to me and it's ruining my life.
 Sep 2015 Vanessa Grace
Akira
I fell in love with his smile
That stretched from cheek to chin
Always bringing out my happiness
That's buried so far within

I fell in love with his touch
That set fireworks ablaze
On my skin with his fingers
He created his own maze

I fell in love with his throaty laugh
That spread vibrations through my being
Could it really be real?
This feeling that I'm feeling?

But I'm a smart girl
I really should've known
That I couldn't fall in love
With these silly things alone

I should have added into the equation
What his actions said
Then maybe I wouldn't have fallen
For his hollow words instead

When he let go of the door
And let it slam in my face
I shouldn't have kept that silly smile
But let it be totally erased

When he heard others make fun
Of the girl that I was
His laugh was something
I really thought I misunderstood

When he chose her over me
I didn't want it to be true
He never wanted me
And I'm the only one that never knew

But when it came down to it
He wasn't the one for me
It wasn't really him I fell in love with
Just who I wanted him to be
Sometimes your image of someone and what they really are, is two different things.
 Sep 2015 Vanessa Grace
Akira
Scar
 Sep 2015 Vanessa Grace
Akira
He told me my scars weren't beautiful
And I told him that no one could ever really admire a masterpiece
Without taking a few steps back
Your scars make you who you are and no matter what you are beautiful
don't tell me to breathe
when you don't understand
how labored every breath is.
you don't understand what it's like
to lose your best friend
your heart
your reason to live.
don't tell me to breathe
when you're the reason i can't.
tired of laying in the tub

crying on a sunday afternoon

feeling like i'll always be useless
Sometimes, I write you letters.
Yes, letters I never send, but they are letters nonetheless.
And I know he would get mad.  Say I'm still in love with you.
But the thing is, I'm not.
Sometimes I just wanna write you letters.
That's what I see on tv.
That's what Oprah does.
sometimes i feel like i'm in the ocean
and it's okay
because i know how to swim

but then i realize
even the best swimmers
sometimes need a break

and i'm not the best
not by a long shot
I want my words to be beautiful.
Beautiful like yours.
I want to see ordinary things,
Find the magic in them,
And put the magic on a page, for everyone to understand.

I want to have a way with words.
I want every poem of mine
To become a masterpiece.
Just like yours.

I am not broken.

But you are.

You see the world through pain,
And pain makes the colors brighter.
It makes the value of feelings
Climb higher.

Sometimes I wonder
If I should be broken like you
If I want my words to resonate
Like yours.

Sometimes I wonder,
If it will be truly worth it
In the end.

I wonder what it will be like,
To cut myself up to pour out the beauty inside me.

Just like you.

I imagine that you
Raise the blade
Slice your feelings open
And write your masterpiece
In red.
Can only sad people write good poems? Can only broken people find inspiration in anything?
when i think of you
i think of seventh grade
we met and you were funny and cool
and i was probably shy and afraid

i think of swimming at memaws pool
you called me amish when you saw my room
that year is when i started to love you
and our friendship began to bloom

i think of letters i think of notes
of watching breaking bad from your bed
and how you were always on my side
no matter what other people said

i think of blueberry toaster strudels
and late night ihop talks
of crazy times at coleman park
while taking random walks

when i think of you i think of home
i think of warmth and i think of joy
yes i'm very blessed that you're my friend
you're an extraordinary boy
a poem written for one of my great friends on his birthday. friendship is a beautiful gift that shouldn't be taken for granted.
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