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watch this ;
i am knocking on your door.
i am the girl that you hate.
.
she's always there [no matter
where i go] -
inside mirrors, outside doors [in
my mind, in my bones, in my
soul].
she tells me that my skeleton is
made of steel [because that is
stronger than wrought iron],
and that i have to stand up
straight, even know this
misery is crushing me [and
she knows exactly how to stop it,
but i have to bear it-
because i have bones so stainless, a
heart so cold, lungs so empty and devoid.]
.
no matter where i try to hide
[she is always ready to find me]
.
she [i] am the reason you check [look]
under your beds for monsters [demons].
.
i told myself that ghosts were just angels
without the pomp and ceremony and fanfare.
i told myself that nothing could harm me
as long as i was asleep. i told myself so much
and yet here i am, hurt wounded vulnerable.
and i have to wonder,
was it worth it?
[and she will always answer yes, because that
monster of mine will always be ready to make
me cry for mercy, ready to suffocate me under
the pressure of being as perfect as her, as perfect
as i have been, could be, should be. she will
always tell everyone to watch this, because
i should always act as if my every move was
being watched, because that meant i could
never fall to pieces without an audience to
scorn me].
one two three fouri am knocking on your door.
five six seven eighti am the girl that you hate.
.
she's always there [no matter
where i go] -
inside mirrors, outside doors [in
my mind, in my bones, in my
soul].
she tells me that my skeleton is
made of steel [because that is
stronger than wrought iron],
and that i have to stand up
straight, even know this
misery is crushing me [and
she knows exactly how to stop it,
but i have to bear it-
because i have bones so stainless, a
heart so cold, lungs so empty and devoid.]
.
no matter how far i run
[she is always there inside my mind]no matter where i try to hide
[she is always ready to find me]
.
she [i] am the reason you check [look]
under your beds for monsters [demons].
.
i told myself that ghosts were just angels
without the pomp and ceremony and fanfare.
i told myself that nothing could harm me
as long as i was asleep. i told myself so much
and yet here i am, hurt wounded vulnerable.
and i have to wonder,
was it worth it?
[and she will always answer yes, because that
monster of mine will always be ready to make
me cry for mercy, ready to suffocate me under
the pressure of being as perfect as her, as perfect
as i have been, could be, should be. she will
always tell everyone to watch this, because
i should always act as if my every move was
being watched, because that meant i could
never fall to pieces without an audience to
scorn me].
Literature
her breath, her everything
it's not
as though she were
quaking the world.
she just loved her
powdered cinnamon face,
her seedless strawberry hair,
her green dragonfly eyes.
every time she inhaled her,
her breath became pieces.
everything a part of her
and apart from her.
every organ parting
and connecting
inside of her.
she loved her.
Literature
Why Does It Have to be You?
Yes, yes, I know.
This is a mistake...
loving you, that is.
Yes, I know last time it ended badly,
but can I deny my heart of what
it truly wants?
I try, darling,
really I do.
But I'm addicted to you.
Love is a curse - binding me to the depths of hell...
all because its unrequited?
How is that fair?
You light up my world
and make me smile.
It's an impressing feat these days.
I blush when I read your texts.
I smile when I send one back,
blushing, of course.
Why are you the one that races through my mind?
Why are you the one invading my dreams?
And most of all...
Why do I still love you?
Literature
The Truths
When you look at me, what do you see?
Seeing that smile, could you guess what I hold back?
Hearing that laugh, could you sense the pain?
When we talk, can you tell that I leave so much out?
When I say I am fine,do you know what is behind that?
Is it just me, or do you miss alot?
When you really look at me , Do you really see me?
Do you even know that there is so much you don't see?
I can tell you what you see
A girl that isn't really there anymore
A hollow shell
That if you were to put under pressure
Would be gone in an instant
That is why she has so much protections
Why there is alway people around her
OF course you don'
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we should have an angst section for poetry xD
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