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How can you remember when I have forgotten?How can you remember when I have forgotten?
I've forgotten who I was
Yet I remember you
You were the one
The one who said, "You pathetic bookworm, you should just go die."
Yes, I remember you
I remember hiding in that school
And yet now
Three years later
You want to hug me?
Say, "Remember all those things we did?"
Is it because I barely hold a hint of resemblance to the shy inverted girl in the library?
Well I can tell you this
You don't deserve to remember me
Do I Have the Right to WriteIs it ok to write poetry
When you aren't hurt ?
When you aren't broken
I'm not poor
I'm not hungry
I'm not unfortunate
So do I even have the right to write?
I have been broken
But I was stitched up
A patch job
It healed crooked
Maybe that's what poetry is for
To smooth down the cracks
I think I can write poetry
I think it's okay.
Hold my hand at the RuinsI've built impenetrable walls
Walls that can never be cracked
You broke through every one of them
You smashed your way through
Not caring about the wounds
Not seeing the damage
You only saw me
The absolute unwillingness to live
And you walked a million miles through a foreign land
Just to stand next to me
And hold my hand and stand next to the ruins
That you created
Thanks For EverythingThanks
No really, thanks
You must be really proud of your ability to make me feel 10 inches tall
I just want to congratulate you on being able to make me regret my existence
The Way you slam my apologies back in my face, you have just perfected that
I really appreciate it
Thanks for reminding me of just how small I am.
Putting the Mask back OnI'm so sick of trying so hard.
Of being so perfect
Of not doing enough
So sick of being looked down on
So tired of being looked up to
Can I ever be at eye level?
Is it ever ok to not try at all?
To throw in the towel
To go to bed angry
To take down the walls?
It's time to put the mask back on.
Moving like a poem, and smiling like a sphinxShe moved like a poem.
I saw her sweep across the stage
She swayed her hips
She danced like love
She moved like a poem
She drifted through the crowd
Smiling like a sphinx
Lips pulled lazily over her teeth
A seductive, mysterious, languid smile
She beckons you closer
With that same
You cannot help but be caught in her web
And as you walk towards her you think
Why did I make it so hard for her to trap me?
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