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Sometimes I don't know what to do with myself, because every time I turn around,
I'm listening to the sound
of screaming
and cursing
and hate
I can smell the stench of self-loathing and hurt and all I want it to do is
evaporate
When I cover my head and squeeze my eyes shut,
I hear distant singing
(Where does it come from?) it's like it thrums slowly inside of my chest
A beautiful, resilient harmony floating through the air around me
It rustles the leaves outside and brushes up against my window pane
I'm begging it to stay, oh please!
I open my eyes and the sound is still there, I close them again and I see a couple, dancing
The girl is happy, her face glows, her smile is wide
The man has dark, thick curls that fall around his sun-kissed face, he has almond colored eyes, he smiles, he throws his head back and laughs, a sound that makes the earth quake with gladness beneath their feet
I can see it
She is me
I am her
and I am breathtaking
I am unbothered by the noise
I am strong
I am glad
Everything I am struggling with now has passed
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Easier To Forget
PoetryPoems. // Hi, hello. This is a sort-of memoir/journal of unorthodox poems that I've written over the years. I started writing in 2015. Glad you're here (: Feel free to leave comments and vote or w/e. ×Mysneakz [Completed]
