Sincerely, Anonymous 3/21/21
Welcome to Sincerely, Anonymous! I'm glad that you chose to take a few moments out of your day to join me in reading some of the amazing pieces that were submitted to me this week.
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Discomfort in the Routine
There once was a girl
Who was sure her mind was made
She saw faces on all her toys
As she set them all aflame
And much more
So much more
Dew simmered on all lawns
As problems began to roll early on
And she waved
She just waved
Set a comfort in the routine
A hunger for the speed
Why not stand...
Why not stand?
This girl saw more than all the rest.
Troubles, conflicts, the stages of Erick.
But amongst these flaws, she saw all of the tears,
The hearts, the part of them to be not seen.
And odd scene,
To see what can't be scene
She went on away, let them alone
Let the world burn In the flames,
Everyone knew familiar
All too much familiar
Set a comfort in the routine
When "me, me, me, me, me, me..."
Why not them...
Why not them?
The world began to slow and turn the other way
As the girl stopped yelling in her head and let it out anyway
Loud enough to spin the earth the other way.
Loud enough to give the world another day.
Set a comfort in the routine
When will it end?
When will we see?
The day the earth began to spin the other way.
The earth began to spin the other way . . .
- Sincerely, Anonymous
"maybe our memories were made to last forever but not us together."
- sincerely, anonymous
Purple
His favorite color was purple.
So I wore purple,
I bought him purple things,
I died my hair purple.
I did everything I could to please him, but it wasn’t enough.
So I let him use me as his canvas,
as he covered my skin in bruises.
I let him suffocate me with his hands while he watched my skin change color.
But I didn’t care.
Because purple was his favorite color, right?
- Sincerely, Anonymous
grief
those seldom songs,
stitching me whole.
not knowing what's wrong,
tearing at my soul.
what's missing?
it's you.
you're always dismissing
thought i was your world, too.
the grief i feel,
ripping me apart.
seeming too surreal,
for my burdened heart,
a loss so numbing, sends me falling down.
my empty body bleeding,
nowhere to be found.
- sincerely, anonymous
thanks, i guess
thank you for teaching me how to love again. thank you for making me feel loved, even if it was a hidden facade. thank you for helping me understand that i am truly the one person in my life that will always stand by my side. thank you for teaching me that losing someone can be beautiful, no matter how much pain i'm forced to face. thank you for teaching me how important opening up to someone can truly be. thank you for helping me make such a huge mistake confiding in you, that instead of tearing myself apart, i finally learned what it means to love myself. thank you for your bittersweet departure from my life.
- sincerely, anonymous
Hair
I first met you when my hair was auburn
A fiery red color matching my passionate soul
I left you with brown hair, transitioning between the red and black
I sit here now, longing to chop off the red hair that remains on my scalp
The last of me that you knew
Gone forever.
- Sincerely, Anonymous
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