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Lying

July 18, 2021July 17, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

The image shows a black background with a pair of green hands and neon yellow nails with one hand is holding onto the back of the other.

I hate lying

But I hate it even more

When you give me no choice

But to lie.

I’m lying to keep your truth

Whilst denying my own truth.

Don’t

June 28, 2021June 27, 2021 buildpoetry1 Comment

There is a black background with a blue hand held up with the index finger pointing as it to disapprove. Their nails are painted neon pink.

I once waited for an apology

But now I don’t need your sorry.

I can’t even return to the naive me

To pretend to believe your sob story.

Why don’t you save your acting,

For someone who still worries?

Miss

May 15, 2021May 7, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

A pair of pink hands held up with fingers curved as if they were crying.

Sometimes I miss you so much.

I wish I had more time to hold you.

I wish I could have been there in your last moments,

Just like the first.

Past

May 8, 2021April 20, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

A pair of pink hands held up as if to cover the face whilst crying, their nails are painted neon yellow.

I’ve never been good at remembering the past.

I mean, why would I remember the things that didn’t last?

And I’ve tormented and been tormented,

Been played and have played,

Just for you to say words that cut me like a blade.

But for all that I have lost,

I somehow have also gained.

The lessons that I have learnt,

Were all learnt through pain.

Loss

April 30, 2021April 16, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

Two pink hands are help mid-air, one in front and one further back. Their nails are painted neon yellow.

Streetlights.

Star lights.

Trying to find my way,

In this darkness

‘Cause I was too stupid and lost,

In processing my loss.

The same

April 25, 2021April 16, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

Blue arms are crossed over one another, their nails are painted neon pink.

I miss the taste of your coffee,

Even when it is burnt or when it is sour.

And even now when I make it –

Exactly the same as you did –

Why doesn’t it taste the same?

Fragile

April 22, 2021April 15, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

A green hand held up mid-air whilst a blue hand grips onto its wrist with a finger pressing against their palm. Their nails are painted neon pink.

We fight so aimlessly.

There’s no rhyme or rhythm,

But there’s always a purpose.

I used to write to you,

I was even a fool for you.

But hearts are so fragile,

And some feelings were never worthwhile.

Choice

April 20, 2021April 15, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

A yellow pair of hands leaning with fingers interlocked between one another. Their nails are painted neon green.

I once thought it was kindness,

Not too choose –

Or not to speak.

But perhaps it was the cruellest thing,

I could have ever done.

Because not choosing,

Was a choice in itself.

Shedding

April 8, 2021 buildpoetry3 Comments

I’m no different on the inside.

I’ve just been shedding my outer skin,

And the hypocrisy and contradictory

Love, that used to lie within.

I love that look on your face,

Because you can’t stand that I now have boundaries in place.

And so you can’t push me around,

As you used to so easily now.

How does it feel to get a taste of your own medicine now?

Save you

March 31, 2021 buildpoetryLeave a comment

Yellow person is standing naked with only their torso showing. They have both arms crossed over their chest as they hold onto their shoulders. Their nails are painted neon blue.

Maybe you thought it was kindness,

But it was pure pain –

I’d rather you stabbed me in the front

Then hiding in the dark and hurting me in the back.

You could have at least watched me bleed

And ooze the blood you drew.

How pathetic,

That I once thought I could save you.