This is my poetry book about both love and pain. I had to be as honest and realistic with this since I have been dealing with a few issues. Thankfully, writing poetry has been helping me to cope with the problems life brings and keep living.
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Remember the conversation we had when I was eight? I remember it all too well. I paced around my room and I asked you When you would come. You couldn't answer and so I said, "I feel it will be soon!" And I smiled at you with a bright smile Wishing to hug you.
We watched Disney movies all day after school And I told you that's who we would be. So jealous the world is going to be When they see you and me. I would run to my clothes still packed In the tiny suitcase carrying my mom's entire life. Putting on my fanciest dress.. Which I didn't have. So I put on a skirt I got at a yard sale Because it was the most colorful I had. We would dance all day like Belle and the Beast. But for some reason I knew you could never be A hideous beast.
Playing it over and over again; how they all meet. We would be best friends and maybe, Not for long, I would drop my book and you'd pick it up And we would both fall in love.
I wondered a lot about my family back home. About my little kitten that we both played with. You told me you missed them too And that you wanted to see them someday. I asked you if I was beautiful, too good to even see. I could see your face turning red and I giggled, "I know you'll admit it to me someday!" And you shook your head.
On my hard days I would come and talk to you And when I asked you if you had a hard day too, You cared too much about me that you would say no. I wondered if maybe you didn't want to tell me So that I wouldn't worry. I told you kids at school called me ugly And that they hoped I would die pretty soon. I told you how my mom yelled at me again And how much it hurt my tiny heart. I scratched and scratched my fingers. I kept on hitting myself and you begged me to stop. "I didn't mean to wet the bed again... I was just so scared of the clown in the bathroom trying to kill me. I tried really hard to clean it up..." You assured me there was no clown like the one in the movie. You told me it was all just a dream And that there is nothing wrong with me. She didn't understand that as much as you did.
I asked you if my mom ever did love me. You always convinced me that she did. That she never wanted to hurt me. Maybe because you saw more than I ever did. You saw her own heart hurting Because she couldn't give me what she knew I wanted.
I showed you all my drawings of us together. I shared with you the dreams of Sonic that I had. I told you they were making fun of me again... But it was getting worse... They weren't just talking anymore They were touching me now. I asked you what it was but you didn't know. I told you I felt disgusting and ugly. And I remember clearly, All too clearly what you said, "I am coming. I promise."
You kept your promise. You were always listening and before I knew it You gave me my book of dreams; we both looked at each other And we fell in love.
You kept your promise, you were always there. Although worlds apart we both were, I always felt you standing right there.
