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the most honest poem i've ever writtenI keep a bible by my bed and tell myself
One day, I'll read it.
I'm that jigsaw puzzle your grandmother gives you
That you never really wanted.
I'm a shipwreck you just know will happen, and yet
You're still standing on the shore, waving
Good-bye to your loved ones.
I like rain and you and breathing
And only one of those is optional.
I think horrible things are funny,
and cry when I lose something I thought
I'd have forever.
For what it's worth, I can't
Imagine next year without you
And I've always wanted a friend with ground eyes
'Cause I've spent too long in the sky,
I'm sick of 'flying'.
If I had a god, I'd call her Mom.
She'd live in the ground, and be my best therapist
And she wouldn't just be pretty things, but ugly ones too.
I don't want to be a poet.
I want to be happy.
My name is Grace, though I wish people
Called me Grae,
Because I'm not graceful, and I don't feel amazing,
And I fit much better into the category of
"a little bit of black and white"
Than anything else.
If I Told You...If I told you you're beautiful, what would you say?
Would you call me a creep? Would you walk away?
Would you sit there and think and analyze;
Try to see the hinting behind my eyes?
Would it make your day and lift your heart,
If I told you you're better than the finest art?
Would you think I was joking? I do that a lot.
But I honestly think that you're pretty hot.
I want to say something, anything at all,
But that would mean breaking the friend-zone wall.
I step out into the road,
Hear a screech of tyres,
I'm told I'm lucky to be alive,
I tell them all they're liars.
Laying alone on a hospital bed,
They tell me the cancer hasn't spread,
They tell me I'm lucky to be alive,
I tell them I never want to survive.
I'm told they got here just in time,
But the overdose was a plan of mine,
They say one more hour and I'd be dead,
Couldn't they leave me alone instead?
lights like it's godshe wants her veins to be bigger
so they can hug the room when it starts spinning.
she wants a time machine and more storms.
she doesn't want an 'It's Gonna Be Okay'.
she wants an end.
except i'm not sure i know what you
want anymore, sister.
i think you want to sleep it away.
i think you want to stop the yelling.
i surrounded our old childhood playground
with real world problems, sister.
then doused it in too-expensive gasoline
and lit the whole damn thing on fire
so no one can touch
those oursmy memories.
is that what you want?
memories from the days when your problems were
so simple you didn't need a knife or needle to solve them.
when your skin still stuck to your bones and your mouth
was covered in red popsicle and smiles.
when you told me snowflakes were souls and ash
falling to hell.
when you still believed in god and jesus and mom and dad
of course, we had our fights.
fights as loud as thunder and cliches and
sometimes our mothe
HAHAHAThe pain I took for to many years
The mental violence throughout the beginning years
Suppression that no one could possibly bare
But did you know or did you care
I struggle to make my life worth living
I constantly try and am so so giving
But you take from me all I have to give
And take some more to see if I live
But life like this has got way too much
You had better look out as I have the clutch
On your mind your souls and who you are now
Is nothing to me as I see you're just foul
You try to be different not let them see
But inside I see you with the demon in me
I can relate to your anger and see through your lie
Its only you that retreats to the bedroom and cry
I know people like you who think this game is so fun
But seriously people I've already won
I let you think you're getting the highest score
But really lol you're just my stupid fat whore
You save the trouble of making myself heard
And you always say you're a person of your word
That is crap and you know that you foolish twit
This is for you.this is for you.
for the fight you fought
and the tears you cried
but through all the pain
you stayed the same
with you beautiful smile
and big brown eyes
words can't describe
how much you mend to me
but it's all over now
he took you from this earth
to be with Him forever
in his amazing place
no more tears and pain
never have to fight again
in our memories forever
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