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You don’t exist Right? I made you up For months To quell the lackluster monotony That freeway exit isn’t real Right? I never really drove there Because this profound melancholic yearning can’t exist From missed to mist There’s an empty clearing No evidence, no proof Just my hollow chest Your name is just a tip-of-the-tongue phenomenon Real life Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind A vague recollection

Dear You, I asked for space. Space to think, space to breathe….space to just exist. You couldn’t understand how much you were suffocating me. You had the best intentions and brought a new side of life to mine. But nothing in this life is permanent. Sometimes we only get our five seconds of fame in someone’s life. For months you proposed the idea that you could love me. Claimed you were in love with me. That no one could ever love me or appreciate me like you. But you weren’t

“My body is a temple” How many times have I heard this term? I guess I thought I knew But I still have to learn I don’t like my feet Or my thighs But my eyes My eyes are beautiful Deep brown Glimmering innocence Laced with fear And they peer down at my arms Saying, “no, no you’re fat”After all, society says imperfect girls look like that But how can eyes with such meaning and depth Be a window to thoughts as demeaning as that?How can the window to my soul be the same window w

Hi people! Welcome to my poetry blog. This is where I plan on posting a new poem every day to hold myself accountable to always keep writing. Thanks for stopping by and I hope you keep coming back! :) -Kimberley