creekcreekcrystalcreek
creekcreekcrystalcreek
poetry or something probably
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just thoughts in my head that sometimes come out coherently
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creekcreekcrystalcreek 2 years ago
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I talk to the moon sometimes
I tell her your name
All the wonderful things you do for me
All the beautiful things you make me feel
All the amazing things that make being a human so great
I scream at the moon sometimes
I curse her for the way she makes me feel
I yell at her "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT"
When I know it is really mine
I spit nasty words at her
For putting me through the awful things I've experienced
I sit with the moon sometimes
In silence as I watch her lazily cross the sky
Passing the stars
Shining through the clouds
Not bothered when they block her out
The moon is my friend
I tell her everything
The moon is my enemy
She caused everything that happened to me
The moon is my teacher
I learn all the best lessons from her
Including how to love
When there is nothing but darkness
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creekcreekcrystalcreek 2 years ago
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I drove past your house today
"On accident"
But it wasn't an accident
I saw your car in the driveway
And oh, how terribly I wanted to go in
To see you on your bed
Watching your shows
Playing your games
And oh, how I wanted to lay next to you
To snuggle up to you
To kiss you again
I'm with him now
But I'm afraid
Terrified
And almost certain
That a piece of me will always be with you
Just like a piece of you
Will always be with me
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creekcreekcrystalcreek 2 years ago
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I am terrified
That one day I will wake up
And everyone I love will see me
The way I see myself
Ugly
Useless
Unlovable
Unworthy
I'm trying to love myself
And ignore my usual thoughts
Because I want to see myself
The way everyone that loves me sees me
Beautiful
Important
Lovely
Worthy
Loved
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creekcreekcrystalcreek 2 years ago
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My body isn't mine
It belongs to the men who have touched me
The ones whose hands roamed
Places hands had never been before
Places I didn't ask them to touch
My body isn't mine
It belongs to the eyes of the wolves
The ones who gaze at it longingly
As if it were prey
Maybe it is
Maybe I am
My body isn't mine
It belongs to the men
The ones who sexualize me
Objectify me
The ones who only see what is on the outside
Not what's on the inside
Not that I am a person
Only that I am a sex toy
A pleasurable picture
An object to be passed around
My body isn't mine
And I'm afraid it never will be again
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creekcreekcrystalcreek 2 years ago
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Shit
Fuck
GodDAMMIT
Fucking SHIT
FUCK
*bangs hands against steering wheel*
SHIT
FUCKING FUCK
FUCK
*incoherent screaming*
*silence*
*heavy sigh*
.... shit
~transcription of me ruining everything I touch
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creekcreekcrystalcreek 2 years ago
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I can feel you starting to fade
Like sand through my fingers,
You fall away from my mind
I don't think of you as often anymore
I don't look for you in the places I go
I don't wonder if you're thinking about me
I don't wish we could reconnect
I'm finally letting go
When you've made it abundantly clear
That you already did
Long ago
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creekcreekcrystalcreek 2 years ago
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I leave my ringer on all night
On the off chance that you call me
I don't want to miss hearing your voice
If you ever decide you miss hearing mine
I know you won't call, though
Your ego is too big for that
I won't call you either
My pain is too great for that
But still
If you should need me in the middle of the night
Even years from now
I'll leave my ringer on for you
And answer as if we just talked yesterday
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creekcreekcrystalcreek 2 years ago
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I understand why you did it
I think that makes it harder
Because I've been where you are
Overwhelmed
Lost
Scared
And I can't hate you for it
Not even a little bit
No matter how much I want to
Everytime I get angry
It fizzles out quickly
Because I feel I don't have the right to be angry
I don't have the right to feel anything negative
You were doing what was best for you
How can I fault you for that?
Sometimes protecting your own peace
Means hurting those who love you
I just wish I wasn't the only one you hurt
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creekcreekcrystalcreek 2 years ago
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I cover my mouth
I have to
Otherwise the words will escape me
Crawl out of my throat
Move my tongue
Separate my lips
Drip down my chin
And spill across the distance between us
Fill the space faster than I can apologize
Faster than I can shut my mouth
Faster than I can swallow the words down
I don't want the words to reach you
I don't want the words at all
I'd be content if they stayed inside me
Hidden away from the light
Where only I can hear them
And hear their echoes as they bounce around my mind
Going around and around
Until I feel suffocated
Like being in a tornado
Like being in a whirlpool
Will they ever stop?
Will there ever be silence?
Will I ever be free from the words that I can't contain?
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creekcreekcrystalcreek 2 years ago
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I'm getting attached
I can feel my claws piercing his flesh
Digging into his chest
Wrapping around his heart
Squeezing the life out of it
Why am I like this?
I think the better question is
Why can't I stop myself?
I watch as I do these things
With wide, horrified eyes I watch
As the life leaves his
As he utters the words
"Why would you hurt me
As you smile and say you love me?"
All I can do is shake my head and cry
My body has a mind of its own
And it craves the hearts of men
And is terrified of being alone
If I collect enough hearts
Will the sound of their beating drown out my thoughts?
If I rip them out of their chests fast enough
Will I be able to run before they realize it's too late?
I don't want to be like this
I don't know why I am
But I don't know how to stop
I don't know how to stop myself from hurting the people I love...
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creekcreekcrystalcreek 2 years ago
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I can't let him in
He can't get too close
Close enough to touch
And he'll hurt me
Or I think he will
You did
I let you in
You got too close
Close enough to touch
And then you hurt me
So I'll keep him at arms length
I won't tell him too much
I won't let him see the parts of me that are still sensitive
I'll make jokes to distract from the fact that I'm scared
"Sorry, I make bad dad jokes when I'm nervous
It's a problem"
When actually the problem is me
The problem has always been me
I am always the problem
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creekcreekcrystalcreek 2 years ago
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I don't like zoos. I'm sure I did at one point in my life, before I realized what they mean to me. I sympathize with the animals. Not just because I think it's somewhat cruel to keep them here for our entertainment instead of out in the wild where they belong (although that is a solid reason), but because I feel like I'm trapped in a cage, too.
I stalk along the thick plastic that separates me from the outside world, watching as people pass, thinking me nothing more than a pitiful creature. I know where the food comes from and I sit and wait dutifully as it falls into my mouth at the same time everyday. There's plants, to keep me sane and make it smell nice. There's places to make it feel like a cave when the sun is out and I feel the need to hide. There's even lights that change colors to make it nicer to look at. But none of that changes the fact that it is still a cage. And I am still trapped.
A prisoner to circumstances that I simultaneously have no control and all the control over. Decisions that are wholly mine to make and also made for me. Lessons that are taught kindly and are learned harshly. I watch all of this through the bars, wondering when I can make my escape, and then wondering if I even want to. The outside world is not known to me, and therefore is fear inducing. But what else is out there? I feel I must find out. Until I am released or manage to get myself out, I'll never know. Forever trapped until death, just like those poor animals...
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creekcreekcrystalcreek 2 years ago
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They say time heals all wounds
But I don't want to wait
I don't want this pain
The thought of you causing my lungs to collapse
Forcing a railroad spike through my heart
Making it hard to breathe
How do I make it stop?
When will it end?
I can't take this anymore
I don't want it
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creekcreekcrystalcreek 2 years ago
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I cried in front of him tonight
It's all your fault
Because you see, it seems I have a type
And it all revolves around you
Apparently, I will compare all the men I meet
To you
And when they do something
That you would have done
It will send me into a panic
With a flood of emotions and memories
Coming to sweep me away
He was nice about it
He tried his best to understand
But how can I tell him
That I still love you
And that's why I can't love him?
How do I tell him
That he has to deal with the shards of my heart
That you broke to pieces?
How do I let him know
That none of this is his fault
Without telling him
That you're the one who made me like this?
I don't think he's the one
I never did
But I hoped that maybe
Just maybe
He would help to fill the void
The you-sized hole inside me
And that was cruel of me
Because no one can replace you
No matter how hard I try
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creekcreekcrystalcreek 2 years ago
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I love you
I hate you
I miss you
I never want to see you again
I think about you all the time
I hate myself for it
I think about you when I'm with him
I hate you for it
I think I like him
I can't trust him because of you
I don't want to hate you
I don't want to be angry
I wanted you so terribly
And I'm afraid that I still do
What would happen if you told me you still want me?
Would I jump into your arms?
Would I scream and yell at you for leaving me?
I don't know
I don't know...
I don't like him
He's not you
But I think I'm starting to feel something for him
And that scares me
Because what if I do like him?
What if I fall for him like I fell for you?
What if he leaves me like you did?
Where will I be then?
Just as broken as I am now?
How do I learn to trust again?
Can I even trust anyone?
I thought I could trust you...
I was wrong
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creekcreekcrystalcreek 2 years ago
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The pillow and blanket I loaned you
That you gave back
Don't smell like you anymore
And I'm devastated
How was I supposed to keep the smell there?
How was I supposed to keep you here?
What could I have done differently?
What should I have done to make you stay?
These are the questions I'll keep asking myself
Until it drives me mad
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creekcreekcrystalcreek 2 years ago
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I still remember
When you would tuck my feet in the blanket
Because I told you
"The demons will get me if I don't"
I let my feet hang outside of it now
I don't care if the demons get me
It'd be preferable to how I feel
Now that I've lost you
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