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Ethereal Hearing her laughter,Ethereal by starlightt1234
I try to remind myself
once again she's gone.
Absence of MatterBeing Single Sucks.Absence of Matter by YellowTori
I know it isn't all lovely and sparkles.
But I don't want that.
I want the downfalls, the fights, the problems.
But I also want the caring and comforting and adventurous side.
I want to explore that part of life with someone.
Someone to call my own. To call at 12am, when I'm crying myself to sleep.
Someone who wants to get to know me.
Someone I can feel safe and comfortable with.
Some I can encourage in their dreams.
I want something to fight for.
But I am pessimistic.
I am anxious and self loathing.
I am unsociable and unconfident.
I have a shit ton of mental problems.
They say you need to love yourself before someone can love you.
But I need someone to show me how.
I am doubtful.
I don't deserve love.
Because somewhere in my head,
I am hoping it will solve everything.
But the thing is...
It probably won't even get the chance to try.
I Can't.I can't keep running round in circles.I Can't. by YellowTori
But that what I always do.
I'm still a stupid mess.
A rambling girl.
I have no idea what I am doing in this world.
I have ripped up dreams,
And torn expectations.
I've been drowning on the smoke,
Coming from my future,
Screwed up and set on fire.
I don't know.
I don't see where I fit.
Where is my name in the stage directions?
When do I get the lines to say,
Where people listen,
Instead of another internal monologue.
I run away in stories and books.
I've become careless and lazy in my poems.
Pressure is far too much.
Pressure I put on myself.
Pressure that society enrols you with,
as you watch your step as you enter this generation.
Already clumsily falling with pathetic weakness.
I am tired.
I have been tired for so long.
I just want to rest.
baby, I'm starvingKnife and fork in fistbaby, I'm starving by SeptemberSkies2298
at the table I wait,
served up for me
your heart on a plate.
The Silent Lover (pt. 1) When you're the silent lover, you're the shoulder to cry on, the soothing voice that calms her down. When you're the silent lover, you're the ground that keeps her up and the wings that catches her when she falls. When you're the silent lover you'd be willing to drive out in the pouring rain just to get the hot chocolate she likes. When you're the silent lover you'd be willhg to do just about anything that might make her remotely happy. But the sick part of playing the role of the silent lover is she must not know. You look into her eyes and you pray that she can't see the love in your eyes.The Silent Lover (pt. 1) by starlightt1234
She must not know, she must not know, she must not know....
It practically kills you, and you might hate her for something she doesn't know she's doing. But then you might see her smile, hear her laugh, the sharp edges inside you begin to soften, and next you know you're smiling too.
When you're the silent lover,
DaddyDaddy,Daddy by Oilux
aren't you proud of me?
Haven't I done enough Daddy?
Am I not your little girl?
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
but can you please come back?
I promise I'll do better.
I promise I can be perfect.
Don't you love me?
Look I drew you a picture,
will you come home now?
Where did you go?
Please come back.
Mommy says you don't care anymore
but I know it's not true.
It can't be true.
You don't even call anymore.
You said you loved me
and that I was your princess,
then why aren't you here?
Please come home.
I want my Daddy back.
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How to love a girl who can't love herself.one.How to love a girl who can't love herself. by PrussianPersephone
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says "I think I'm broken" smile like you
know a secret and say, "No, you're mending."
But do not be the one to fix her - no, she
never become a writeri.never become a writer.
you will become a perfectionist,
picking life apart
with a magpie's eye,
hunting for the beautiful bits
until you can make yourself
a sparkling throne
in the center of a junkyard.
ii.you will write when you're sad.
you will write when you're happy.
whenever you feel something,
you will vomit the emotion out
into some sort of literature.
when you're finished,
you'll be empty
and surrounded by
pages and pages of
everything you once were.
iii.you will try to make
pain sound delicious,
painting over the ragged wounds
with pink paint
and candy-coat lies.
you will learn
how to decorate graveyards.
everyone will play in them,
but you alone will see the headstones.
iv.if you fall in love,
you will turn your love into a poem,
and you will always like your own words
more than you like the real person.
you'll become so selfish
you'll disgust yourself,
but you will not be ab
Living today to see you tomorrow.
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