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Let me love you.

Jun 28, 2013

Today I talked with a woman who's daughter I knew since we were kids. This girl was always introverted, really shy. And half the time I figured people didn't even notice she was there. But I noticed. We became this awkward sort of 'friends' our sophomore year of high school all the way up to graduation. Her mother told me today that she is still backwards and pretty awkward around people but she's getting better. I assured her that I tried to bring her daughter out of her shell, and she smiled and said to me, "Oh I know—she talked about you everyday after school. Kayla did this, Kayla said that. Kayla brought me into this prank…" ( Si

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How to love a poet:

Expect them to be flawed, a field of wild flowered- imperfections, sticky metaphors & an inability to speak. Love them anyway. Know that when they look at you they are noticing the little things. Your smile, the sound of your voice, the laugh lines— bruises. Know

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Anxiety

I'm sorry, I didn't choose to be born this way. I can't control it. Please don't hate me. I'm so lost and confused. When I want to say something, I can't. I start to over heat. My hands start to tremble and become numb. I loose all concentration. I can't breath. I wheeze uncontrollably, Trying to hide it from others. My heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest. The walls are closing in. I want to scream, But no one will hear me. I begin to cry. I can hear them all laughing. I'm getting stares. I'm going to pass out. I'm going to die! No one will help me. No one understands. No one can hear me. The voic

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Just Don't

JUST DON'T Don't look at me like that. Don't patronize me, I'm not a child. Don't order me around, I'm not your slave. Don't tell me I'm not good enough, when you're no better. Don't tell me it's going to be okay when we both know it's not. Don't smile at me, with that forced grin; it's frightening. Don't come near me in this darkness; it's not safe. Don't caress me with those scarred hands so gently. Don't try to change me, I'm not broken, there's nothing wrong that isn't meant to be. Don't yell at me like that; your hypocritical rage is infuriating. Don't raise a hand to me, your empty violence is useless. Don't whisper to me, with that ve

You didn't dare. by lostmyslef, literature

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You didn't dare.

She smiled, but it was fake. She laughed, but she's about to break. She reached out, but no one came, tried to fake it, but the pain stayed the same. This girl, she called to you, but you didn't care. Something told you to help, but you didn't dare. What would the others say? The ones who called her a freak. They may taunt or shun you, so you choose not to speak. Then she decides to leave. Because no one wants her here. You'll never see her cry. She'll never shed another tear.

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You are the Sunlight

For Her It started off like this When I gave you that first kiss It took you by surprise And made me close my eyes I won’t lie, I was scared As you stopped and stared I couldn’t even breathe But then you kissed me It shattered all our fear And made our love clear My feelings only grew But inside I always knew The time you fell from the swing From the first time I heard you sing The first time you held my hand I was so nervous I couldn’t stand Even though I can’t cook You still give me that look My hearts melts every time Reminding me how you’re mine You’re the ending to my story And the happines

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I'm a lover. Not a writer.

A poet could say the things I only wish I could convey. Like they'd probably say your kind of love is like... The burning light of day. Warm and blinding...dangerous and great- Those kinds of words are words you'd anticipate. If I was a poet, I'd go on about your smile, How your eyes sparkle, And how I'd stare for more than just a while. But I'm not. And poetry isn't my thing, But if it was, I'd write you a song- a song for you I'd sing. I would serenade you until you fall for me... And ease you to sleep with words so splendid and deep. If I was a writer, I would know how to go on... To tell you I need you... And how I miss you when you're go

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I'm Sorry

I'm sorry I'm not perfect I'm sorry I'm not a prodigy I'm sorry I'm not a better brother I'm sorry I'm not a better friend I'm sorry I'm not a better person I'm sorry I'm not strong enough I'm sorry I'm a failure I'm sorry I'm trying I'm sorry I'm crumbling I'm sorry I'm crying I'm sorry I'm not sleeping I'm sorry I'm not eating I'm sorry I'm broken I'm sorry I'm showing bruises I'm sorry I'm in the house I'm sorry I'm living here I'm sorry I'm accepted I'm sorry I'm alive I'm sorry I'm me But apologizing wont change anything, so I'll do something about it.

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