it is so lovely today sun shining and blue skies the ground is warm i can picture you stretching out eyes closed dreaming of my love hearing my voice calling for me to find you enveloping my heart in your arms pawing away my tears listening to my worries making everything fade away i wish i could have done the same for you now i just dream that you are still here pray that i could have you forever but hoping is not enough these things cannot be undone (my broken heart will love you from the bottom of every piece)
when i was younger, i thought being without a lover on valentine's, was the worst heartbreak in the world, until i saw death now the biggest heartbreak, is that we need a day, a specific day, to tell each other we love them (defining our love by a pagan fertility ritual seems a little cliché)
We cry salt water tears over boys that don’t even think about us
We lose sleep over boys that don’t even blink when we walk out
We have so much love buried deep under our armour
We are too willing to shed our skins for boys that pretend they care
We let them bury deep into our bones and then let them break everything when they leave
We hide behind smiles and sticky tape to make everyone think that were are whole.
We are strong and powerful women
We are caring and gentle forces of nature
We are believers in a love that boys will not let us find
We are cold and distant because boys like you made us fearful
We are terrified that we
They say age with grace,
grow old with dignity.
They do not say,
one day you will not be able to chew your own food,
brush your own hair,
look in the mirror and recognise the eyes reflected back.
They say life is long so take your time.
They do not say at age 55 you will be diagnosed with Alzheimer's,
and by 58 you will be bed bound,
drooling into your own lap.
They say respect your elders.
They do not say you will lose all respect for yourself,
the same day you lose control of your bladder.
They do not say that some people will not understand.
They say your family will always be around you,
you will have grandchildren and lots of friend
We met sixteen months ago, give or take, at a bar along the riverside.
I’d just broken up with my boyfriend and I was in dire need of a drink.
You had just been fired from your third job that year. It was March.
There was a church nearby and the bells cried out that it was time to go home. Midnight.
You deposited yourself onto the bench next to me, unlit cigarette between lips.
I pushed my lighter towards you with an outstretched hand which you proceeded to take into yours.
You looked at my chipped nails and sighed. The kind of sigh that only comes from a fellow anxious nail biter.
You didn’t say much, just held onto my han
I have this friend
With dark brown hair,
The most beautiful eyes,
Dimples like valleys
And a smile that speaks truths.
I have this friend
With sadness in her soul,
Depth in her voice,
Serenity in her movement
And strength in her bones.
I have this friend
With the kindest of hearts,
The most terrifying anger,
Never afraid of failing
And her loyalty is fierce.
I have this friend
With the world in her pupils,
Success in her fists,
Smoke in her lungs
And scars on her wrists.
I have this friend
With the wildest of dreams,
Time on her side,
She will not falter
And she will always remember
(She makes me believe that love is more than a concept
Whenever I have a stomach ache
My mum looks up my symptoms
Then asks if I am pregnant
With a smirk on her face like it’s an inside joke
(I will not tell her about the miscarriages)
I never get phone calls any more
My mum thinks it’s because I don’t have friends
What I do not tell her is
I punched my number into a man’s phone in a club
Only for him to call me at four am
Screaming about how I didn’t go home with him
Barely able to walk I began to drive to his
(I will not tell her it was so he did not make survivors of anyone else)
Shorts have lost their place in my wardrobe
My mum assumes I am body conscious
Jus
My Grandad died on Friday the third of June in the year 2016. He had battled with cancer for many years, and it finally ran it’s course, destroying his kidneys and taking his breath.
Dad called me, I was on a night out, he told me, I didn’t cry. I did however, have a panic attack in the toilets at walkabout, back to the sinks, face to the hand dryers.
My immediate reaction was to think, he’s not suffering any longer.
My second thought was, that bastard is getting into paradise and I’m not.
My third thought was, give Sally a hug for me when you get to heaven.
The first thought was compassionate, the second and thir
it is so lovely today sun shining and blue skies the ground is warm i can picture you stretching out eyes closed dreaming of my love hearing my voice calling for me to find you enveloping my heart in your arms pawing away my tears listening to my worries making everything fade away i wish i could have done the same for you now i just dream that you are still here pray that i could have you forever but hoping is not enough these things cannot be undone (my broken heart will love you from the bottom of every piece)
when i was younger, i thought being without a lover on valentine's, was the worst heartbreak in the world, until i saw death now the biggest heartbreak, is that we need a day, a specific day, to tell each other we love them (defining our love by a pagan fertility ritual seems a little cliché)
We cry salt water tears over boys that don’t even think about us
We lose sleep over boys that don’t even blink when we walk out
We have so much love buried deep under our armour
We are too willing to shed our skins for boys that pretend they care
We let them bury deep into our bones and then let them break everything when they leave
We hide behind smiles and sticky tape to make everyone think that were are whole.
We are strong and powerful women
We are caring and gentle forces of nature
We are believers in a love that boys will not let us find
We are cold and distant because boys like you made us fearful
We are terrified that we
They say age with grace,
grow old with dignity.
They do not say,
one day you will not be able to chew your own food,
brush your own hair,
look in the mirror and recognise the eyes reflected back.
They say life is long so take your time.
They do not say at age 55 you will be diagnosed with Alzheimer's,
and by 58 you will be bed bound,
drooling into your own lap.
They say respect your elders.
They do not say you will lose all respect for yourself,
the same day you lose control of your bladder.
They do not say that some people will not understand.
They say your family will always be around you,
you will have grandchildren and lots of friend
We met sixteen months ago, give or take, at a bar along the riverside.
I’d just broken up with my boyfriend and I was in dire need of a drink.
You had just been fired from your third job that year. It was March.
There was a church nearby and the bells cried out that it was time to go home. Midnight.
You deposited yourself onto the bench next to me, unlit cigarette between lips.
I pushed my lighter towards you with an outstretched hand which you proceeded to take into yours.
You looked at my chipped nails and sighed. The kind of sigh that only comes from a fellow anxious nail biter.
You didn’t say much, just held onto my han
I have this friend
With dark brown hair,
The most beautiful eyes,
Dimples like valleys
And a smile that speaks truths.
I have this friend
With sadness in her soul,
Depth in her voice,
Serenity in her movement
And strength in her bones.
I have this friend
With the kindest of hearts,
The most terrifying anger,
Never afraid of failing
And her loyalty is fierce.
I have this friend
With the world in her pupils,
Success in her fists,
Smoke in her lungs
And scars on her wrists.
I have this friend
With the wildest of dreams,
Time on her side,
She will not falter
And she will always remember
(She makes me believe that love is more than a concept
Whenever I have a stomach ache
My mum looks up my symptoms
Then asks if I am pregnant
With a smirk on her face like it’s an inside joke
(I will not tell her about the miscarriages)
I never get phone calls any more
My mum thinks it’s because I don’t have friends
What I do not tell her is
I punched my number into a man’s phone in a club
Only for him to call me at four am
Screaming about how I didn’t go home with him
Barely able to walk I began to drive to his
(I will not tell her it was so he did not make survivors of anyone else)
Shorts have lost their place in my wardrobe
My mum assumes I am body conscious
Jus
My Grandad died on Friday the third of June in the year 2016. He had battled with cancer for many years, and it finally ran it’s course, destroying his kidneys and taking his breath.
Dad called me, I was on a night out, he told me, I didn’t cry. I did however, have a panic attack in the toilets at walkabout, back to the sinks, face to the hand dryers.
My immediate reaction was to think, he’s not suffering any longer.
My second thought was, that bastard is getting into paradise and I’m not.
My third thought was, give Sally a hug for me when you get to heaven.
The first thought was compassionate, the second and thir
Whenever I have a stomach ache
My mum looks up my symptoms
Then asks if I am pregnant
With a smirk on her face like it’s an inside joke
(I will not tell her about the miscarriages)
I never get phone calls any more
My mum thinks it’s because I don’t have friends
What I do not tell her is
I punched my number into a man’s phone in a club
Only for him to call me at four am
Screaming about how I didn’t go home with him
Barely able to walk I began to drive to his
(I will not tell her it was so he did not make survivors of anyone else)
Shorts have lost their place in my wardrobe
My mum assumes I am body conscious
Jus
He loves pulling petals from daisies
Whispering 'does not' under his breath
Over and over
Hoping one day they'll turn into doves
(Or butterflies)
He loves pulling petals from daisies
Letting them float like lead to the ground
Over and over
Dreaming one day the nightmares might stop
(Or become a little less beautiful)
He loves pulling petals from daisies
Waiting for the pollen to stick in his lungs
Over and over
Praying his leaves will taste sweeter
(Or go down better than the ashes did)
He loves pulling petals from daisies
Aching to forget your touch on his shoulders
Over and over
Making prayers out of folded paper cranes
(Or maybe
But I'm More Immature Than You Think by curls-and-yelling, literature
Literature
But I'm More Immature Than You Think
All of my friends are growing up
turning eighteen, driving their cars
All of my friends are hanging out
smoking in the back without me
All of my friends are leaving me
well it's me that's leaving them, really
All of my friends are excited
and I can only dread the future
All of my friends are moving on
and I'll stay stuck with them in my head
All of my friends are leaving home
but they're the only home I have left
All of my friends are growing up
but I'm still a child,
that hates to be alone
trying not to cry
at the thought
of leaving home.
who i am far outweighs who i was by MisfitableGrae, literature
Literature
who i am far outweighs who i was
last night i pressed a hand up against my ribcage
and imagined how it would feel
to touch the bones there.
once, i could have seen them.
but it’s been years and years since then,
and sure, sometimes there are days i can only drink
tea and lie about how much food i’ve eaten,
but there are other days i even eat
breakfast and i know that doesn’t sound like a big
deal, but trust me, it is.
last night i went through my closet
and took out every shirt i shoved to the back
of my drawers four years ago like a dirty secret,
too small by half, but kept in the hopes that
some day in the future it might hang right
on my shoulders ag
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