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[alexa-the-writer]

Don’t not play with flames

You cannot suppress.

They will either burn yourself or

Others.

[alexa-the-writer]

I grew up defensively

To say the least.

[alexa-the-writer]

Pity invites are not an invite.

Either you want me there

Or don’t.

Period.

They use to work on me,

Until I’ve discovered self respect.

[alexa-the-writer]

You mustn’t compare,

When there is so much more

Left of your story to be written.

[alexa-the-writer]

You see pen and ink

I see anticipation.

You see a blank canvas,

I see potential.

We both say words,

But yet,

Only one of us speaks the truth.

Only one is listening

And that person is not you.

[alexa-the-writer]

As I clear out my drafts,

I am astounded by what I’ve written

As if I could feel that same emotion once more.

[alexa-the-writer]

I may look normal and happy on the outside,

But I promise you,

The monsters inside are so much chaotic

Than I could ever describe.

[alexa-the-writer]

I shouldn’t have to teach you how to stay.

I’ll do what you know

Best,

And take my leave.

[alexa-the-writer]

You could be the brightest star,

But unless you find your astronomer

They won’t know how much your light

Has brought out the darkness.

[alexa-the-writer]

Arguably,

I think the most terrifying

Part of someone snapping is not when they are mad,

But they have completely lost it

And starting laughing.

[alexa-the-writer]

Im the type of girl who wishes

To be save,

But then get mad at myself

Because I know I’m asking for the impossible,

And trust the world too much to be kind.

[alexa-the-writer]

As I go through reality,

I remind myself that observing is not enough

For me to write.

You must live,

So that you can exist

In poetry.

[alexa-the-writer]

I have a lot of

Voices in my head,

But I am extremely grateful

For the smallest one,

That tells me to hold on to hope.

[alexa-the-writer]

I tell myself not to

To get too attached

To my things.

Somehow

They always end up broken

And my sadness

turns into disappointment.

[alexa-the-writer]

I tend to hit this imaginary wall.

I push myself until

I’m numb

And

Slowly wait until the feelings

Come back to me.

[alexa-the-writer]

Gentle reminder,

To give yourself a break.

The world is hard enough already.

[alexa-the-writer]

I don’t know how to be loved.

I don’t know how to be cared for.

I think when you have been

Hurt far too much,

It stays with you.