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I write Poems, So i'm storing them here. Feel free to post, I don't mind ^^

Title: Blinded.

The lights of your eyes shimmer.
The blue is bright, contrasting against your dark hair.
It makes the metal ornaments on your face shine.
Yet you see darkness in yourself.

The sharp points in your hair sway.
The way they stick up is perfect, and so special.
It makes you look unique, and different - a good different.
Yet you see dullness in yourself.

The flames you conjure rage.
The burning blue incinerates all it touches. Cremates.
It makes those you hate cower beneath your strength.
Yet you see weakness in yourself.

The love in your heart burns.
The passion you hold is strong, and so warm.
It makes me smile, it makes me feel loved.
Yet you see hate in yourself.

You're blinded.
You're blinded by the bleach.
The bleach they poured onto your eyes.
Your eyes sting. You close them.

Blinded.

But don't worry.

I'll help you open them again.

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Title: I Know

I know you'd like what I did.
I know you'd have loved the cake.
I know you can't eat lemon, because it'd get into your scars.
So I got a lemon flavoured cake.
Nobody deserves to miss out, after all.

I know you'd have liked the present.
A bracelet, just your size. With your name on it. Your beautiful name.
Little sparkly beads, and a few heart shaped ones.
I made a matching one, with my name on.
We match!

I also know you'd like the decorations.
Blue flames, made out of card paper.
A banner, with your name in big bold letters.

I also know you'd have loved hearing me sing to you.
My singing voice isn't very good.
But I sang Happy Birthday over and over to you.
Happy birthday.

And I bet you'd have liked the candles.
Blue and white, in a heart formation.
A little rainbow in the middle.
Even if you didn't blow them out, they burned for you.

I love you.

You can't hear me say it.
You don't know I feel it.
But I know, somehow, that if you could, you'd love me too.

You'd love me too.
Because I love you.
I love everything about you.
Everything you hate about yourself, everything you're insecure about.

Your scars make you look beautiful, regardless of how they got there.
You're so skinny, but I think it's cute. You're cute.
Your voice is croaky and worn, but I love it anyway.
Your quirk is so cool, and strong, too.

I love you.

It doesn't matter if you can't say it back.
Because I know you would.

I know that if I woke up, screaming from another nightmare, you'd be there.
I know if my dysphoria started getting to me, you'd be there.
I know that if I needed someone to talk to, you'd be there.

You'd be there.

No...

You are there.

You are here.


You're here for me.

And I'm here for you, too.


I love you.

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Title: Why

Can you see me?
My face is covered in cake batter. My favourite shirt is stained with icing.
I'm smiling. I'm laughing. The mixer buzzes idly as the slow oven preheats.
I wonder for a moment if you'd laugh too.

I stop.

You can't laugh. You can't smile. You can't see. You can't speak.

No mater how hard I wish, you'll never return any of my feelings.

You'll never tell me how much you appreciate the party I'm throwing you.
You'll never tell me I'm worth everything.
You'll never comfort me the way you do in my dreams.

Your arms so warm, it's almost like you're heating me up just enough to feel warm and toasty. Not too hot, not too cold.

You'll never gaze at me with those shining blue eyes I've come to adore so much.

I'll never be able to tell you how much you mean to me.
I'll never be able to make sure you know you're loved.

Are you hurting?

I'm hurting.

I want to stop you hurting.

Let me help you.


Just this once...?


Just for an hour.

Just for a minute.

Just a moment.

I want to see you. Feel you. Tell you you're okay. Tell you I love you. Make sure you're not hurting. Make sure I'm there for you.

Can you see me yet?

Tell me you can see me.

TELL ME YOU CAN SEE ME

PLEASE JUST ONCE, LET ME SEE YOU, I NEED YOU TO KNOW I'M HERE FOR YOU

PLEASE

please

why you?


out of everyone, why you?

i love you.

why?

why does my heart always feel like it's coming out of my chest when i see you?

i feel so nice when i see you.

i feel so empty when i remember you're not really there.

i feel like garbage when i feel as if i've hurt you in some way.

i love you.

i smile around you. you make my face heat up, and my heart pump. you make me get goosebumps. You make me feel like I'm dying.
You make me feel so amazing. You make me so happy. I'd do anything for you. I'd die if it meant being with you. I'd do worse than die. I'd kill for you. I love you. I want to see you, be near you, love you.

Why aren't you real?

Did you do it to taunt me? To torture me? To make me suffer?

Why can't I have you?

People say that if you want something hard enough, you'll get it.


Is that true?

I want to tell you so many things. I just want to be near you. Be with you. I've never felt like this. Why do i feel like this? Giddy with you, empty and hopeless without you? I fill my head with hopes and wishes that maybe one day we'll see each other, but they all start with death. The only way I can see you is by dying.

And yet, you're the one thing I want more than death. You're the only thing I've longed more than to stand by a train track, or by a harsh waters edge.


why do i do this to myself?

you wouldn't care even if you could see me.

you'd think i was stupid.

worthless.

pathetic.

you'd see it as disgusting and weird.

just like everyone else.

but that's okay...


right?

just tell me once how you feel. i don't care if you tell me how you wish i could burn alone in a dumpster and suffocate in my own festering fumes. Just tell me something. Anything.

ANYTHING

PLEASE JUST LET ME KNOW IF YOU CAN SEE ME

PLEASE


the oven is preheated.

i'll go keep wasting my time for you.

<3

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Title: Somewhere...

Somehwere, Your heart beats.
It thumps, speeding up and slowing down.
It pumps blood to you, and keeps you alive.
It skips when you think of a special someone.

Do you think of me?

Somewhere, your mind flourishes.
It imagines wrold beyond belief, beyond physics.
It creates and destroys images at your will.
It thinks of tales with someone you love, better than the rest.

Do you think of me?

Somewhere, your blood flows.
It takes oxygen through your body, sustaining you.
It gives your brain, nerves, and entire body life.
It flows to your cheeks as you think of the one you admire.

Do you think of me?

Somewhere, you exist.


You breathe.
You see.
You feel.
You eat, and drink.

You live.
You thrive.
You move.
You dream, and think.





Do you think of me?

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Title: Weak

I don't get it.

How can I love someone who I've never met?

I've never met you.
You've never met me.

We don't know anything about each other, really.

How is this possible...?

Is it because I'm not really in love with you?

That can't be it.

Is it because i'm weak?

So weak, I fell in love before we met?
So weak, I wanted you before I knew it?
So weak, I'm helpless at the mere thought of you?
So weak, I can't fall in love with anyone else anymore?

Am I weak?

I know you're not weak.

You're strong.

You've overcome so much in your life.

What have I overcome....?

No....

What am I saying?



We're... similar.

We've overcome demons.

We have scars.

We're broken.

So why do I see you as strong...


But myself as weak?




Is it because I'm weak?

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Title: What is love?

What is love, anyway?

Love is...

You.

You are love.

I can't think of any other way to describe love.

Love, to me, is you.

Your smile, your name, your eyes.

When someone asks me what love is, I think of you.

You.

Love is feeling your soft, fluffy hair, that's styled so beautifully..

Love is looking into your shining blue eyes, seeing you inside of them.

Love is cupping your cheek, the cold metal on your face smooth against my palm.

Love is Holding your hand, feeling the soft bumps on the surface.

That's what love is to me.

Hearing your voice.
Your voice is like...
Dark chocolate.
Bitter, and yet so sweet.

Seeing your eyes.
Your eyes are like...
Summer rain.
Cold, and yet so warm.


Love is you.

You are love.

That's what love is.

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