My poems
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Inside my head
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I’m the only one who knows how it feels inside my head
when ideas are coming
and going
when fears are growing
I’m the only one who knows
how it feels
not what it means
if I’m opening up to you this way
with illogical sentences
picturing my thoughts like a fauvism sketch inspired by Matisse
I do not expect you to understand,
nor to criticise my irrational mind,
but I show you my vulnerabilities
with hope
that you’ll feel
how it feels to be inside my head.
He
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He reminds me of a forest
I walked through only once
it was summer still, with falling leaves
the forest seemed deep and calm
but there is nothing deep that stays calm
Exposed
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I took my heart off my chest and carried it in my hand
showing him how easy I am to break
I told him my heart is safer inside my body
but he wanted to touch it and promised to look after it
then he left me carry this heart on long night walks
In a hand he did not want to hold.
it feels to me he is used with the worst
with hearts that never expose.
The hunger of love
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She once lived in a stomach
Of a man that believed love feels like butterflies
Shaking wings from time to time
He didn’t know what love is
So he let her live
Eating slowly every part of him
She once lived in a stomach
Of a man that believed she doesn’t mean any harm and shaking wings only means
She never learned how to fly
So he gave her time
She once lived in a stomach of a man that was eaten alive
By a moth pretending to be a weakened butterfly
