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hello

myrah
i write poems about things because sometimes i get too deep
as he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep:
slowly, and then all at once
Gratitute

Layout by: chapters one two three four five

“i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; i lift my eyes and all is born again.”
ariel: the restored edition // sylvia plath

"barely "

Date & Time: Monday, April 15, 2013, 6:31 AM

Entry:

I know that you have scars.

I know you want to starve yourself.

I know that you want to kill yourself.

So, I will be here.

When you are broken and bound,

When all you want to do is fall,

When you have lost your sanity,

I will be here.

You will push me away,

You will treat me like a leper,

You will hurt me.

I know, and I will be here.

Because even with your beautiful scars,

With your deprived mind,

And with your lovely broken smile,

I will not leave you.

But I am scared of the repercussions,

However much I love you.

I know you dream of death valley,

But I realize, I will be here when you are not.

I will be here when you have gone insane,

I will be here when you have bled too much.

And I will be here when you need saving,

I will be here because I love you.

You are alive; (barely)

But you are willing to fight against yourself.

And all that matters,

Is that you want to be saved.

/p.s my favourite poem that I've written so far.

hello

Gratitute