poetry is for people who want to bleed but are scared of blood
- ink
~♡~
and maybe not everything is a lie,
only painted in black and white
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I'm asking myself how much I hurted you that you don't even believe me anymore when I said 'I love you'
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and I know I told you way to much when you asked me how I am multiple times because you just want to trust me when you know you can't
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every page of me holds a goddamn library
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when the sky's your favourite thing, why won't you let me go there, finally?
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if self-love is so important why did the world taught me only a boy can tell my worth?
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the moon's the only lover who'll never leave, beside the death who embraces me in a comforting way.
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I wish I could be the princess I want to instead of being the maid waiting for her to love.
- herself
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the doctor said I weight to much, but my friends said I don't. Just to be sure I stopped eating, but this as wrong too?
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I love the beautiful words, wich could be right out of a fairytale because they make me want to life just a little bit more to tell them to you
- one day
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poetry was the lover
I always desired.
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fiction:
the world where I hide when my own is too bright and their voices to loud to clear my mess called mind and erease all the thought
- numbing the pain
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and I wish you would know how many poems been written about you
- if you would only care
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I know I'm too much, I told you so.
you ignored the warning and I broke you too.
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and I wish you would know how hard I try just not to stop breathing
- everyday
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you say it's okay, but I know you still hate me for things I couldn't handle myself
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you say understand, you know how I feel and then yell at me for symptoms I didn't choose myself.
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It's hard to love yourself when your mind keeps telling you you're too worthless for this world.
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I just want a hug
but I'm scared to be touched.
I just want to talk
but I'm scared to open up
I don't want to be lonely
but I don't want company
I'm scared of the dark
but I'll welcome it still
I'm a mess of depression
but my smile stays
-everyday
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you ask me how I am, if I want to talk but I don't even know myself what the hell I'm feeling now or ever
- again and again
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they say things will be better
but do they belive their own lies?
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is it really love if you constantly have to try and still don't receive a reply?
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YOU ARE READING
only the brave | poems
Poetry« it's a church of burnt romances and I'm too far gone to pray. It's a solo song and it's only for the brave » some poems I had in mind, some are personal, some just fictional. I just let my hands write whatever floads in my mind. TW // mostly depre...
