And Me... (2nd Version)

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Hi you guys! Just wanted to say thanks for reading my work and let you know that this is "the end" of this anthology (But if you happened to like any of my poetry, I have a new anthology called "The stories" which also has some short stories on my profile!).

What you'll find below here is a completely unedited, one take, just the words from my heart poem down there which I hope you guys like (as always). Enjoy!

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Sitting on the floor,

A lower body preztel,

Watery salt squeezing from your eyes

That are watching the rain drip onto the sliding doors

because your room doesn't have any windows.

Sucking hard at the air, suffocating,

Fluctuating. No longer the same,

While you watch. the bright green microplants dance under silver sheets from the skies, rooted in the deep, dark dirt

that's expelled in your sighs.

Head against the pane,

Cool glass not enough to freeze the fiery thoughts of your brain,

Drowning in the waves of doubt that drive you insane, you could be a cloud couldn't you, stars are for the far away

but you're not far away are you

no... you're grounded here on earth aren't you

no...in your brain, in their eyes

Looking over your shoulder,

no ones there. but the bed.

shielding you from her and him and them and what they said

because none of it's true it can't be

they aren't you they can't be

you know the real you, you're happy

but you aren't.

Laughing at yourself,

upper half conflicted

why couldn't your heart be the better half because your brain is freaking wicked

Sick, cruelly depicted

you only wondered "What if..."

But if that's the answer then you'd be controlled.

Perfect Picture. but you failed. blemishes on your face.

No one was fooled.

Standing, you stuff your things in your bag

no longer angry, resolved and utterly mad,

you could run away

they'd see then, they would

if you couldn't see yourself then no one could!

stories.notebooks. never a diary because you were never personal. only a medium for incomplete entirety.

Closing your eyes walking out the door

shaking and soaked by the rain

no longer angry, no longer the same.

Drenched by the miracles of the sky, but your eyes are clouded.

Wishing for better things, bigger changes but your ways can't be rerouted.

Turning around, going back, staying. As if you could live without it.

You were only a kid, still one, juvenile in your attempts become someone.

Else. You're only you no matter how you speak, who you talk to, how you sleep, what you learn, when you sing.

Even if your standing, running out the door, plotting and planning, your still that crying girl in front of the sliding door. Go back and discover yourself there, then try to say "And me..." once again and see -

It's no longer the same.

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