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Dear,
I'm too afraid to say your name,
I think you'd think I was weird if you realized
That guy that barely knows you
And that you've only talked to once or twice,
Is writing about you right now.
If all goes steady,
Then you had better get used to it.
Dear,
It's slowly progressing in little steps
But I know soon enough it'll fade for awhile,
It still feels so distant,
And the tension is building.
That is,
I'm building up hope
And tension is beginning to stress
My heartstrings.
Note to Self:
I've found that maybe my worst enemy
Is my reaction to what one person says
Rather than falling back upon
What several other people say.
Dear,
It's been three months since I started
And I still feel so far,
Something new in our lives is about to start,
Depending upon you,
It could be something great
Or something horrendous.
Correction:
There is a very high probability
That this will be horrendous.
Dear,
Everything has seemed to gone downhill
And responsibilities are actually taking a toll,
I'm still the same in my heart though,
Idle, afraid, worried.
I need your help now.
I can't get through this alone anymore.
Dear,
I can't believe that someone is trying to replace you,
Even though you probably never knew
That you meant anything to me.
My past in unraveling in repeating affections,
I think I'm going to get back to you.
Dear,
I'm regretting all of this right now,
I feel ignored and pinned down,
There's nothing I can do but wait
And hope that things get better.
Things aren't going to get better,
Are they?
Dear,
It's finally over with your imposture,
I think that I can get closer to you,
I'm looking forward to,
Almost living for,
Tomorrow.
I need to remember
That laying my hope on one event
Is never a good idea.
Dear,
I think I'm getting closer to you
I really hope I'm getting closer,
Because I'm falling faster for you,
And I don't want to fall under,
Slip under.
P.S.
Do you really care?
Dear,
From what I hear
You only see me as a friend.
I don't know what to lean upon anymore,
Maybe they're wrong and you're only shy,
But maybe they're right.
Note to self:
I think the gates of hell have a billboard
That says 'let's be friends.'
Dear Holly,
I'm sorry if I hate you in a few weeks.
It was never your fault.
I'm too afraid to say your name,
I think you'd think I was weird if you realized
That guy that barely knows you
And that you've only talked to once or twice,
Is writing about you right now.
If all goes steady,
Then you had better get used to it.
Dear,
It's slowly progressing in little steps
But I know soon enough it'll fade for awhile,
It still feels so distant,
And the tension is building.
That is,
I'm building up hope
And tension is beginning to stress
My heartstrings.
Note to Self:
I've found that maybe my worst enemy
Is my reaction to what one person says
Rather than falling back upon
What several other people say.
Dear,
It's been three months since I started
And I still feel so far,
Something new in our lives is about to start,
Depending upon you,
It could be something great
Or something horrendous.
Correction:
There is a very high probability
That this will be horrendous.
Dear,
Everything has seemed to gone downhill
And responsibilities are actually taking a toll,
I'm still the same in my heart though,
Idle, afraid, worried.
I need your help now.
I can't get through this alone anymore.
Dear,
I can't believe that someone is trying to replace you,
Even though you probably never knew
That you meant anything to me.
My past in unraveling in repeating affections,
I think I'm going to get back to you.
Dear,
I'm regretting all of this right now,
I feel ignored and pinned down,
There's nothing I can do but wait
And hope that things get better.
Things aren't going to get better,
Are they?
Dear,
It's finally over with your imposture,
I think that I can get closer to you,
I'm looking forward to,
Almost living for,
Tomorrow.
I need to remember
That laying my hope on one event
Is never a good idea.
Dear,
I think I'm getting closer to you
I really hope I'm getting closer,
Because I'm falling faster for you,
And I don't want to fall under,
Slip under.
P.S.
Do you really care?
Dear,
From what I hear
You only see me as a friend.
I don't know what to lean upon anymore,
Maybe they're wrong and you're only shy,
But maybe they're right.
Note to self:
I think the gates of hell have a billboard
That says 'let's be friends.'
Dear Holly,
I'm sorry if I hate you in a few weeks.
It was never your fault.
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hysterics.
i'm sick. my couch sags from overuse, overdose. i don't speak english but rather a recipe for disaster; maybe remedy. i pass out on the bathroom floor and by now i'm too jacked up on my sins to care where my head rests. i hide my toes in the bushes outside my house where raccoons make their rounds. i'm sick and when i'm sick i like to fall in love with elton john or ringo starr.
i wake up blind,
out of breath
and i can't find
my fingers
mumbling words of plath while i stand, naked, in the shower. cold water that has forgotten how to warm itself licks at my throat, but i have scarves to wear later. i lose my facial features, lo
Literature
those three words
i know them. you know them.
we have known them since we were born,
have heard them whispered a thousand times
by mothers to their children --
but we will not say it.
i see you and those three words clog in my throat.
your fists banged at the door. 'baby,' you said. 'baby, believe me, i'd do anything for you' i closed my eyes, standing with my back to the wood, holding the necklace you gave me for my birthday in my hands. i wanted to believe you so badly it made my eyes ache, but i couldn't. i couldn't.
'when she started...when she...i didn't know what to do. baby, you know me. i wouldn't hurt you'
your words were honey and i could fee
Literature
Words
Words are only words.
Either truths or lies.
But when they were your words...
That's when they become more.
I used to cling to each letter for dear life.
Each word held new meaning.
It's like when you spoke they came to life.
They colored my world.
Brightened it up.
But you can't speak magic anymore.
Only hurtful truths and devastating lies.
Now words are truly only words.
There's no magical spark to await.
Why did you throw it away?
Why did you throw me away?
It's like it wasn't enough for you.
You always wanted more.
But you never got what you wanted.
Don't worry...I didn't either.
Letters that used to be held close to my
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Between the lines of these unsent letters,
You'll still find that I find you heaven-sent.
11.8.09
You'll still find that I find you heaven-sent.
11.8.09
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"There's nothing I can do but wait
And hope that things get better.
Things aren't going to get better,
Are they?"
my favorite lines. this is really intresting and beautiful. I really like it.
And hope that things get better.
Things aren't going to get better,
Are they?"
my favorite lines. this is really intresting and beautiful. I really like it.