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nine reasons why you should never love a poet:
one.
we like to hear things like 'you're beautiful' and
'i'd die without you' but deep inside we always know
you don't mean it.
and it just tears us apart slowly, no matter how much
we love those poisonous lies.
two.
and when you ask 'are you okay?', we're going to
answer with 'i'm fine'. and you'll hear that
even if our bones are shattering inside of us and
our hands are trembling from all the hurt that we go through.
three.
because we play our music too-loud-to-bear so that,
when we're all alone,
it chases away the thoughts that come with the silence:
things that haunt our nightmares and reasons why
we don't like to be alive.
four.
we leave too many s p a c e s between our letters because
that's how we feel. all a.l.o.n.e.
and maybe you'll change that for a little while, but
in the end, it's all the same.
five.
and we can connect with books and movies and music better than
we can with people
so excuse us if we cry in the theater, but not when you walk away.
sometimes, we get paralyzed from the brain down, but
believe me, we'd cry and beg and ask you to stay if we think
it would change anything. it won't though.
it's happened before.
six.
because we will wish upon stars and eyelashes. and
we will wait for 11:11 and when we cross the imaginary line
they call the equator, we will wish for something.
we will not tell you what, because it won't come true.
and we won't care if you laugh or plead,
we're not going to tell you.
seven.
we love the ocean and the mountains and the forests because
they're wild and free and we can forget our names, our lives there.
and because there, we can believe we have wings, or we can dive
down,
down,
down
into the deep, dark waters and never come back.
eight.
and we are us, ourselves. not because
we chose to be,
but because we don't know who or what else we could be.
nine.
we will mix up our forevers with nevers and
always with i-wish-but-i'm-not-good-enough-for-
you,-for-anyone.
and you will hate it, even though at first you will ignore it.
.
because you might be able to give us love, but
all we will give you is something that doesn't make sense.
and i want to tell you that there are
too-many-reasons-why-you-shouldn't-love-a-poet,
but i want you to love me so
i will not tell you them.
one.
we like to hear things like 'you're beautiful' and
'i'd die without you' but deep inside we always know
you don't mean it.
and it just tears us apart slowly, no matter how much
we love those poisonous lies.
two.
and when you ask 'are you okay?', we're going to
answer with 'i'm fine'. and you'll hear that
even if our bones are shattering inside of us and
our hands are trembling from all the hurt that we go through.
three.
because we play our music too-loud-to-bear so that,
when we're all alone,
it chases away the thoughts that come with the silence:
things that haunt our nightmares and reasons why
we don't like to be alive.
four.
we leave too many s p a c e s between our letters because
that's how we feel. all a.l.o.n.e.
and maybe you'll change that for a little while, but
in the end, it's all the same.
five.
and we can connect with books and movies and music better than
we can with people
so excuse us if we cry in the theater, but not when you walk away.
sometimes, we get paralyzed from the brain down, but
believe me, we'd cry and beg and ask you to stay if we think
it would change anything. it won't though.
it's happened before.
six.
because we will wish upon stars and eyelashes. and
we will wait for 11:11 and when we cross the imaginary line
they call the equator, we will wish for something.
we will not tell you what, because it won't come true.
and we won't care if you laugh or plead,
we're not going to tell you.
seven.
we love the ocean and the mountains and the forests because
they're wild and free and we can forget our names, our lives there.
and because there, we can believe we have wings, or we can dive
down,
down,
down
into the deep, dark waters and never come back.
eight.
and we are us, ourselves. not because
we chose to be,
but because we don't know who or what else we could be.
nine.
we will mix up our forevers with nevers and
always with i-wish-but-i'm-not-good-enough-for-
you,-for-anyone.
and you will hate it, even though at first you will ignore it.
.
because you might be able to give us love, but
all we will give you is something that doesn't make sense.
and i want to tell you that there are
too-many-reasons-why-you-shouldn't-love-a-poet,
but i want you to love me so
i will not tell you them.
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compulsive liar.
once i asked you your favourite
colour, and you said, "the brown
of your eyes," so i put in one green
contact and told everyone that i
came out of the womb as a factory
defect, half-priced, damaged goods.
-
sometimes i am from canada and
sometimes i am from england and
sometimes i am from spain.
i've carefully tempered my accents
and plotted out my stories with
yellow and purple coloured pencils
on index cards. my origin changes
like the seasons.
"why do you lie to everyone?" you
ask.
"why not?" i reply.
-
i wear nametags that read "alicia"
and "liana" and "samantha," because
i want to know how it feels to be
someon
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Save The Whales
"You know what?"
"No, what?"
"We should never fall in love."
"Huh? Why?"
"Well, it's simple, really."
"Explain it to me, then."
"We're opposites, you and me. You're the sun, I'm the moon. You are day, I am night. You're warm and you beat with the vitality of life. I'm pretty chilly and I beat my fists against the mirror for showing me reality instead of dreams."
"I still don't quite understand."
"I am a dreamer, and you are a dream."
"Thanks, I guess."
"No, listen--you're like the people who say 'save the whales'. You want to save the world, you want to do some good. You want to make a change, make a difference. And me... well, I'm
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because i love you.
listen, just for a few minutes.
take a few deep breaths [even if you don't want to breathe anymore]. listen to the pitter-patter of your heart beating in your ears and feel your pulse racing. taste the silence of the world; see the anxiety take over you.
close your eyes and look at the black. look at the black until you see something worth holding onto inside of yourself. wait until breathing doesn't feel like a losing game and then open your eyes,
and listen.
.
look, you
are wonderful. you remind me of a lullaby in winter, sung like a secret not meant for anyone to know; but it's a shame, because you're one of the most beautiful songs.
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Full Title: nine reasons why you should {never} love a poet.
(or, sometimes, an artist )
Edit: sorry if this is too harsh, or too honest, or doesn't fit you. i wrote what fits me, because i call myself a poet, even though i'm not so good at writing.
Edit 2: i really think that this could apply to anyone, be it writer or artist or poet or photographer or just someone who feels like they're not the same as everyone else. so thanks to all you guys out there.
Edit 3: Featured here - [link]
:] thank you so much, darling
[Edited/Read-through/Encouraged by
my amazing friend and editor and cheerleader:
check her out!]
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A DLD!?!??
this. is. crazy.
You can see the article here: [link] (!!!)
Also featured in [link] by
I was suggested for the DLD by as well as featured here: [link]
So many thanks to you for that!
Featured here: [link] by the lovely
(or, sometimes, an artist )
Edit: sorry if this is too harsh, or too honest, or doesn't fit you. i wrote what fits me, because i call myself a poet, even though i'm not so good at writing.
Edit 2: i really think that this could apply to anyone, be it writer or artist or poet or photographer or just someone who feels like they're not the same as everyone else. so thanks to all you guys out there.
Edit 3: Featured here - [link]
:] thank you so much, darling
[Edited/Read-through/Encouraged by
my amazing friend and editor and cheerleader:
check her out!]
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
A DLD!?!??
this. is. crazy.
You can see the article here: [link] (!!!)
Also featured in [link] by
I was suggested for the DLD by as well as featured here: [link]
So many thanks to you for that!
Featured here: [link] by the lovely
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I feel like I could have written this myself, it scarily describes me absolutely perfectly. Love it