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tell them that you fell down the stairs
they'll look the other way
and when the tears choke up your throat
insist that you're okay.
--depressed? oh, no! that was a phase
it all was just a joke
you were upset but now you're fine
you won't fix what ain't broke--
must smile when you want to cry
got to keep pretending
tell no one 'til the day you die
you've got to keep pretending.
they'll look the other way
and when the tears choke up your throat
insist that you're okay.
--depressed? oh, no! that was a phase
it all was just a joke
you were upset but now you're fine
you won't fix what ain't broke--
must smile when you want to cry
got to keep pretending
tell no one 'til the day you die
you've got to keep pretending.
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Accept your Candle, Weep for the Stars
A light I see, far off in the distance. It's a star, I told myself.
No other thought surpassed it, I want to reach it.
I struggle in the darkness, slowly heading for it, not knowing, not thinking.
I know this is what I want. I want the star.
It gets brighter, I can feel its warm touch, though I'm far from it.
Joy overwhelms my soul, I'm so close, so close to
my star. It's my star and nothing else matters.
I reach with my fingers, to touch it.
A candle. A lowly candle, my thoughts shattered.
This is not what I wanted. It's not my star.
I blink, and blink again, I see clearly. Up above.
There are hundreds, no millions of stars.
Why
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poetry i should not be writing at four a.m.
i will love you until it hurts and even past that,
until my chest aches with the thought of
your eyelashes and every bit of your life
has been written on my skin.
i will be your pillar of strength. i will love you
after it hurts and after i grow numb and grow apart
and we find ourselves on opposite sides of the country,
like branches on a tree that grew bigger
than we could ever imagine.
i will keep your city circled on every map i place
on the walls of my room, like a reminder
and a to do list and a promise all in one. you have
etched yourself into every corner
of my brain and i have stopped trying
to catch myself thinking about you because
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eulogy (six months after the fact)
last night, i kissed away the memory of you,
woke up this morning with someone else’s hands
tangled in my hair, someone else’s sweat stuck
to my skin, just so that the next time
the grocery clerk asks me how i’m doing,
i can say that i am recovering.
recovering.
like you are a drug, and i was an addict.
like you are a drug, and i have gone half a year
since my last hit.
last night, i let a stranger press his bruises
into my neck and all i thought about
was whether or not you’d call me by my
name if we met each other again.
to be honest, i’m not sure i could get it all
the way out—it’s been too long a
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So this was waaayy overdue, mostly because I was trying out stuff with meter and rhyme. I didn't even do it that well I'm still not happy with the number of stanzas but I really need to be done with this.
Kinda inspired by this lovely poem: www.deviantart.com/art/How-to-…
Kinda inspired by this lovely poem: www.deviantart.com/art/How-to-…
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This is pretty nice ^.^