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Love and other mental illnesses (a collection of poems)

Love and other mental illnesses (a collection of poems)

 

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The other day a book slipped out of my hands and fell to the floor. 

It reminded me of the way I fell for you. 

Fast and hard and unstoppable. 

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"I got you!", she screamed, clutching him tightly in her embrace. 

And then she rolled off the cliff, 

and took him with her. 

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It smelt like winter and rain 

And I felt okay 

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Mirrors 

You stare into the mirror 

Do you like what you see? 

And the person that's reflected 

Is it who you want to be? 

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In my dream you hugged me back 

Just as tight as I hugged you 

And told me that 

You missed me too 

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I’m scared 

For if I fly,  

When will I fall? 

And when I fall, 

When will I hit the ground? 

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Everything good in my life can’t compensate for the anger I feel towards it. 

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Fight or flight; 

I’ve never been a fighter. 

Run away from my problems 

As soon as they’re in sight 

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Everything was ablaze 

Fire 

Fire everywhere 

 

And she burned 

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Catch and release 

I listen and feel. 

My heart contracts because it remembers 

Dancing and feeling free 

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You didn’t even notice 

You didn’t even care. 

You just walked right by 

While I was standing there 

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“You’ll be back though, right?” 

“Let’s hope not.” 

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Maybe it’s time for us to break up and fall in love with ourselves 

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I’d even be happy for you 

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It’s like someone’s trying to kill you but you can’t run away and scream for help because no one’s there and the person trying to kill you. Is you. 

It’s like someone is occupying your mind and you’re conscious through it all but you can’t do anything because you’re not in control. 

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Hurt me until the physical pain overweighs the emotional mess in my mind 

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I would’ve been far better off if I had never met you, 

Because now every time I read a book, 

It isn’t the characters’ laugh I hear. 

It is yours. 


 




Envoyé: 22:59 Sun, 31 October 2021 par: Schockmel Jana