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Empty MAG

November 23, 2017
By PresleyH DIAMOND, Elsmere, Kentucky
PresleyH DIAMOND, Elsmere, Kentucky
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Favorite Quote:
There is freedom waiting for you
on the breezes of the sky,
and you ask “What if I fall?”
Oh, but my darling,
what if you fly?

~Eric Hanson

And in the end I was just a girl
who wrote bad poetry.
I was afraid of alcohol because I was afraid
of my own mind.
I loved your hands so much I put my heart
in them.
You became my oxygen, you breathed
into my lungs.
But I was just a temporary high for you.

You had a hole in your chest I thought
I could fix.
I cut out pieces of myself to try and fill you up
because even if I couldn’t be whole,
one of us ought to be.
But in the end, we were both left feeling empty.

To me you were the sound of a fireplace crackling
you were warm hugs
you were some kind of drug
you were dreamy
you were surreal –

and to you I was just a girl who wrote
bad poetry
who used too many metaphors
who loved you too deeply
too hard
too much.

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Itsniyah.ok said...
on Dec. 13 2017 at 2:47 pm
This is amazing!