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Dear Me
Dear Latoya, How are you my dear? What are you up to now? It's been years. I have been wanting to talk to you for so long. I wanted to catch you before life did you wrong. I been here all along...but silent. Maybe I should say I was SILENCED. By who? Don't know. They covered my mouth tight and refused to let go. enough about that mess tho. I am here now. Who am I right? I'm sure you want to know. I don't really have a name. I am your younger self, so I guess our names are the same. Hello Latoya.
By Latoya Giles 4 years ago in Poets
to know when to shut up and when to speak
Isn’t it frdutrating when someone jabs an unnecessary comment towards or about you, and you have to breifly decide if it’s worth stirring up your peace over? Sometimes ignoring them, though we’re told it’s the best thing we can do, only gets them more mad and makes them throw a couple more punches your way. Here’s the solution: let them. The angrier they get, the more it becomes their problem. The less of a problem you are, the more they will just stop.
By Clouded Regen4 years ago in Poets
Remember Me
everyone tells me that the feeling will go away. that i’ll just forget about you. and i want to believe that. so badly. but i just don’t think that i’ll ever be able to forget about a love like ours. i won’t be able to just let you go. i won’t forget who you are and who you were. i just simply cannot. it’s not that i want to, but sometimes i just wish i could stop feeling your hands on my skin, and your lips pressed against mine. for just a few minutes. it makes me want to run back to you. to tell you that i miss you and that i love you. but that’s not realistic. i can still hear your voice and the way that you said you loved me. i can still hear everything you’ve ever said, inside my head. i can feel your fingers running up and down my spine. i can taste your lips on mine. i can remember every single part of you. i can remember your green eyes, and the way that you looked at me. i can remember your curly hair after you just took a shower. i can remember the way your hands fit mine so perfectly. i can remember your eyes and smile when you would wake up in the morning and move closer to me so that i felt safe. i can still hear your heartbeat when i would put my head on your chest. i can remember every part of you from head to toe. i can remember the first time that you said you loved me and i thought you were crazy, but then i realized that i loved you too. i can remember the first time you kissed me and how my stomach felt like it was doing summersaults. i can remember all the firsts, every single one of them. i can remember all the stories we would tell each other, all the secrets we would share, all the memories we made, all the future planning we did. i can remember every word you said. but i can also remember the look in your eyes when you ended things with me. as if you felt nothing and you were completely numb to all feelings. i can remember all the times you fucked with my head. all the times that you promised you would change. all the lies you told. i can remember the look on your face when you finally lost me. when you knew i wasn’t coming back. but oh god did i want to just hold you close and forgive you for all you’ve done. i just wanted to pretend it was okay. like we were going to be okay. but we weren’t. we just simply weren’t. and that’s the decision I have to live with and the mistake you have to remember for the rest of your life. i miss you. but i can’t tell you. i love you, but loving you hurts more than anything in this world. so, i hope you remember me. i hope you remember all the small details, all the memories, all the firsts, all the plans we made, all the stories we told and the love we created. the good and the bad. the ups and the down. i hope you remember every part of me. and i hope you love me the way that i love you. i really hope you do.
By Gianna Neufeld4 years ago in Poets
How It Feels
The best way I could explain how I felt with him was to compare it to waking up after a full night’s sleep. Falling in love with him was like waking up on an autumn day. With the sun shining and the birds chirping. The breeze lightly caressing my skin. And at night, the moon shined bright.
By Gianna Neufeld4 years ago in Poets
