I always wanted to mean something to the world
And even though people told me I did, it wasn’t enough.
Then I met you.
You became my world and I meant something to you.
That has been more than enough for me.
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Open Door Heart Surgery
Where lots of doors keep closing, some doors stay open But it hurts that you keep using my heart as a doorstop, leaving me heartbroken. I can’t tell if I’m just being ungrateful or if my anger has a place But I think we can both agree that honesty wins over saving face. I’ve never…
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Losing My Religion
If I lose my religion,
will I lose my God?
They say it’s a relationship
but I’m scared there’s a truth I forgot…
Two Face
If you aren’t honest with yourself, how can you expect to be honest with others? For years you’ve looked in the mirror while wearing glasses with a certain prescription called “selective sight.” And you looked at who you wanted to be, a “slightly” more ideal version of who you actually are, and that’s who you decided…
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Spring Cleaning
Spring cleaning. Cleaning out relationships Clutter Crap Cleaning out the parts of my heart that ought never turn back Cleaning out the crevices & corners of my brain Cleaning out the calories that make me go insane Cleaning out the habits that don’t serve me any longer Cleaning out the wasted time and instead getting…
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How Can I Miss Heaven?
How can I miss heaven even though I’ve never been? It’s so clear and close to me when I close my eyes and breath in. The water moves in gentle tsunamis While the trees literally dance. The rocks will tell you stories. There’s no need for a second or third chance. People there aren’t crying…
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Humanity’s Trigger Words
I think I’ve found two phrases that trigger pain in everyone– “Too much,” and “Not enough.” I’m scared of being too much for you but also not enough. And scared that I find life too fascinating but what if I’m not fascinated by it enough? What if I love you too deeply? But what if…
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Home Should Be Where the Heart Is
This is a poem I wrote in 6th grade that I found while rummaging through some old things. The colorful, (originally) three page, comic sans piece was one in a series I had written for school and it’s specifically meaningful to me because my teacher’s feedback would go on to keep me writing. She told me…
Read MoreProud
It’s crazy how certain things can be so easy for one person and simultaneously so difficult for another. In that we often neglect to recognize the personal battles being faced by the people around us. Though this isn’t always negative, it is important to realize that the battles and victories you confront in the peanut…
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