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Where do I go?
Everything is better… or so it seems. So why do you still haunt me in my dreams? Why are you here…? There was no invitation. There is no motive. there is no reason for this party. So… what do I do now? Where do I go? Because it seems you’re always following me down every…
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Fingertips
Fingertips on skin Like faulty wires Electric sparks But beware for flammable items For they can clearly catch alight But sometimes they dont look flammable And we mistake objectifying for dirty talk Mistaking possessiveness for lust And controlling for in love Like a pool of gasoline The wire is engulfed in flames Not possible to…
advice, art, blog, depression, happy, life, love, lust, poem, poet, poetry, positive, relationship, spokenword, toxic -
memories
There are too many memories I cannot remember And I don’t understand how I can ever understand myself If even I don’t know my own life I’m supposed to put together this jigsaw But I’m missing all of these pieces How do you expect me to know my own mind? I know where the gaps…
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Isolation
Isolation Drifting reality Space between us Connections unfold Now too long to hear your words But our hearts are tied We can’t hold hands but we stand side by side With meters and miles between us Holding on Hoping for a reunion to come along Distanced but awake Scared but living each day I have…
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Not to love
What is it like not to love Or at least not yet? I would tell you but there isnt much to it Loss and grief are easy Comitment is hard I still feel warm around the right people But if I lost them I would only have to adjust my routine Taylor
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Healing
My nails are growing again Im not happy yet But Ive lost the habit of tearing myself apart because of it My body is healing It wont be the same But Ive started to love the history it has and holds Im growing, slowly, up towards the sun Lets hope a drought is not going…
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Naked
If you saw my body You would want to close your eyes Or at least have myself cover The scarred wrists and thighs You would try to ignore it But you wont be able to Because who wants to look at this Cut up flesh Sliced skin Some still healing But some fresh Some are…
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Love myself
I can’t love someone else I’m not ready Saw something saying otherwise Saying that you learn to love yourself through others loving you No Others love me and I just don’t Others see this beauty somewhere in me That I just can’t find And I am trying everyday But I just can’t understand how the…
advice, art, depression, health, heartbreak, love, mental, poem, poet, poetry, self, self esteem, selflove, spoken, word
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Poetry by Taylor 