teenage nighttime thoughts.

my simple little life is
gone
and i love him again.

i don't want to go,
but my feet are already outside 
the doorframe. 
i say good night to a past
and force my swollen eyes open.
i don't want my tears 
to dry up on my face,
but who am i to stop them?

summer never felt this cold. 

i might let my teeth rot in my mouth
just because i pity myself. 
i cry alone 
in the backseat of the truck.
night threatens to drown me
and i let it.
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GreyBean

CA

17 years old

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    By GreyBean

    untitled #2

    i am learning to live without the idea of you

    and i am trying to fill up the empty cave 

    in my head, the one you created when you 

    fell to the ground and pulled me down with you. 

     

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  • Poetry

    By GreyBean

    And So I Refrain

    she talks to me about the paper snowflakes she plans to make this weekend, and so i refrain from telling her that my bedroom has been decorated since the day after thanksgiving. 

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