I think you're writing from a very real place with these two poems. I'd love to see more of them! These are so close to the experiences I had when I was growing up, I really want to see what else you have to write!
dignified, tall, and proud stands the castle atop the hill mighty and gorgeous and looked upon with awe the village whispers cohere in excitement
no one’s ever been inside or yet even up close, for they know the glorious queen awaits there inside she protects the whole kingdom within her confines
but nobody thinks to look through the window nobody thinks not to turn the other cheek no one takes into account that what they think may not be quite correct
the queen stands defeated, but yet stands tall everyone looks but nobody sees the woman that she’s had to be the demons that she’s had to face
the dragons the monsters the creatures of fear the things that you just can’t describe have poisoned her more than she lets them see so she gifts them blissful unknowing and curses upon herself the weight of memory
You have exceptional word vomits! I love how fitting the castle on a hill imagery/metaphor fits with that kind of emotional state - of being so separate and lonely and misunderstood, the darkstuff that gets tucked away never to be seen. Wonderful!
i’m sorry, i swear, for all the times i hurt you without ill intent. i am failing to make you happy. i admire you so. i would never intend to hurt you- but i have.
and i feel sick; sick with the weight of the guilt. you said ‘it’s fine; it’s no big deal.’ but you’re lying. and i know it. and it’s just to make me happy. and i know- i know you hate me. so please just say it out loud
i remember the first time i saw you if i’d wondered where we’d be now, i wouldn’t have a clue you laughing with your group of friends you seemed so far away
i’m not quite sure it was love instantly but i knew you would be good for me and i wanted you as a friend or more and now that you’re my friend i want more
you’re nice, you’re funny, you make me blush and everytime i see you i get this rush poem after poem after another love letter that i’ll tear up and throw away again because it’s just a schoolgirl crush i shouldn’t try to discuss my stupid high school feelings that’ll disappear in a month or two
i need to be told that i’m loved i need to be told that i’m cared about i need something to hold onto so i don’t have to fall
fall into darkness the ‘what ifs’, the uncertainty you hate me, you do just please say it out loud so i don’t have to wonder anymore
or send me a sign- a lifeboat- a rope to pull me in, stop me from drowning with demons so i can hang on to that lifeboat, that rope so i never have to return
street lights flicker on and off the world in slow motion seems prettier in a way no stress, no rush just soft radio music and lights lights that don’t hurt but calm and everything’s okay for an hour or two
i didn’t get to say goodbye before she left and now i won’t for weeks, for months maybe i could have done something maybe i couldn’t have done anything but I still feel responsible maybe it’s my fault she was like that it’s because of me she had to leave i want to tell her i’m sorry but i can’t get a reply
she hates me and i know it don’t try and convince me she doesn’t she knows that it’s all my fault and i don’t blame her
so when i see her again in weeks, in months i won’t know what to say be kind, be nice, accept her back, or just stay out of her way?
Spoiler! :
This poem is extremely personal. This is more of a rant poem, and I'd like to keep the subject ambiguous for the privacy of who I'm talking about.
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