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sabthewriter · 6 years
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Intrusive thought:
I don’t think I’m anyone’s first choice
I don’t think I know anyone who would pick me
Unreservedly
Time after time.
Am I not consistent enough,
Unreliable?
Not sincere or genuine enough?
But stop.
If I dipped into the mind of either a stranger or friend.
They probably have the same thoughts
Who would pick them?
Would I pick them?
Time after time?
And I realised that
No,
I wouldn’t.
Not because they’re incomplete
Or lacking a righteous virtue.
But because they aren’t my everything,
They need not be, neither I them.
We’re all someone and something to someone.
Even if it’s a stranger or ourselves.
And such simplicity is all we need.
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sabthewriter · 6 years
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Make time to read,
Strum the same chords over and over
on that beaten-up guitar,
Write poetry,
Doodle in the margin,
Sit in the sunshine.
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sabthewriter · 6 years
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Whoever said misery likes company, 
doesn’t know her like I do.
She curls up in the crevices of my heart
Expanding slowly, 
leaving no room for any other. 
Misery loves me lonely.
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sabthewriter · 6 years
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You’re hurting me
The lack of trust
The biting words
The scalding looks
The judgemental sighs
As you roll your eyes
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sabthewriter · 6 years
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If I sit here and wait,
Wait for you to make up your mind
Whether I’m worth it
Whether I’m loveable
Whether I’m the one you’ll stick around for,
I’ll be gone.
A skeleton of me left behind,
My dignity will have withered away,
My feisty nature departed,
My independence scattered
To the four corners of the earth.
I can wait.
But I won’t be myself when you return.
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sabthewriter · 6 years
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Tell me what love is?
I’ve heard you explain in careful words,
All that it is not.
But how does it look?
What should it do?
Tell me.
How will I recognise it on a frozen spring evening?
Because I say,
A thought is not enough.
Your thinking of me, won’t warm me,
And the fondness that you hold for me,
Won’t remove the tremor from my bones.
As you reminisce on how I’ve charmed you,
The lingering winter will rob the life of me.
Love is a fire,
But one that can only warm a soul, when it is shared.
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sabthewriter · 6 years
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It’s okay, 
You don’t have to be able to relate.
This is my story,
with all the misplaced punctuation,
and mispelled words.
Paragraphs unstructured,
themes and plots skewed.
It’s a mess, 
but it’s mine.
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sabthewriter · 6 years
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I don’t want your money,
I want your time,
Your attention.
Devoted,
Unwavering.
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sabthewriter · 6 years
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What’s real and what’s fake?
What’s flesh, blood and bones
And what is... not?
“She’s fake and I’m real”
But if you cut her, she bleeds
If you wound her, she’s hurt
And when she’s hurt she cries.
And you; emotionless
While you break her
Are just as real,
It’s only that you have callouses on your heart.
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sabthewriter · 6 years
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Sometimes the road I walk is lonely,
Littered with difficulties that wear me out.
There are stones and rocks in my path,
The pavings uneven, and I’m barely stable.
But, sometimes I just need a chalk.
To draw up a new map,
So I can hopscotch over my worries,
Skip and jump over the problem,
Dance through the storm.
Perspective, it’s all in the perspective.
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sabthewriter · 6 years
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That feeling of immortality
When the sun sits high in the sky,
And the wind whistles in your ears,
And the world flies by in pictures,
Through the window we look through.
Like yesterday and yesterday,
In just a second it’s behind us,
So far behind us.
And the road is an open plain ahead
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sabthewriter · 6 years
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How do I stop caring?
You’ve mastered the art
You switch off
Your eyes blank
When they insult you, you smile.
Eyes empty
Mind preoccupied.
You say, if I fill my soul with the good stuff
It’s easier,
To look out at those that are bitter and cold
As they spew hurt and lies,
With your empty eyes and an overflowing heart
And feel no prick of pain
But simply pity, for their loss.
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sabthewriter · 6 years
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Spilled ink
There’s nothing spilt about this ink
Nothing accidental about these words
Written with intent
For a purpose
To say,
Oops.
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sabthewriter · 6 years
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The rise and fall of your chest
The sweet rhythm of your heartbeat
Reassurance
Safety
My cheek on your warm flesh
I hear the steady pace of your core
Bliss
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sabthewriter · 6 years
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I recognise those lips
I’ve laughed with them,
retold stories, and lies.
I recognise that nose,
when it wriggles, 
when it itches.
But, I don’t recognise those eyes,
Full of anguish
and sorrow.
The eyes I knew, had joy in them, 
told a story of love and laughter,
but these eyes I behold in the mirror
only narrate crushing disappointment and heartbreak.
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sabthewriter · 6 years
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I don’t hate you,
Or think any less of you,
Because you love me.
But I know it’s the worst part of you.
You loving me, is poison to your veins.
And the basest, most vile aspect of your nature.
That you could love me, despite me.
But it’s one of the things that I love most about you.
Besides your crooked smile and your magnetic nature.
I love your heart.
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