Zofia Wingmaker, 4 may 2015
I should care more about the person that I wrote poetry for, and not about
Zofia Wingmaker, 29 april 2015
I decided something happy
was all I would need
to help me ignore
your terrible deed
so I hid with some friends
and played hide and seek
and made them all promise
to never ever peek
and I ate all good foods
until I was all full
because a full stomach
always makes me feel cool
and after all that
I took a long bath
and soaked in the bubbles
while I tried not to laugh
because after my day
I'd forgotten all about
that guy that I loved
that one day walked out.
Zofia Wingmaker, 29 april 2015
I feel like i'm slipping,
i'm loosing my grip,
like i''m holding a rope,
that someone might -clip-.
I can't keep struggling,
to hold on to a dream,
and that's all this is,
and it's rushing downstream.
It doesn't matter,
how hard i try,
or even if,
you see me cry.
Because i've lost my grip,
fallen over the edge,
and for all that you know,
I'm already dead.
Zofia Wingmaker, 29 april 2015
What if this is a test?
This distance,
This silence,
This incompleteness.
What if this is our end?
This annoyance,
This hatred,
This need to move on.
What if we were never together?
Ignore,
Reject,
Jealousy,
Vengeance.
What if you don't deserve me?
My creativity,
My loyalty,
My love.
What if I don't deserve you?
Your bravery,
Your consistance,
Your worry.
What if this is it?
Zofia Wingmaker, 19 march 2014
This town,
it's killing me.
It's freezing me
taking me down with it
taking my heart to hell
killing my brain cells
breaking my soul so
I can no longer leave
but I promised you
and I have to
and now my heart is warmer
my brain cells reproducing
my soul rebuilding
and I can fight
this town.
Zofia Wingmaker, 19 march 2014
I sat today,
with my friends,
with my --
I can't even say it,
It's too weird,
because everytime I say it
I'm betraying you
and me
and my heart
and I don't want
to do that
I don't want him
to be my --
when I still
want you.
Zofia Wingmaker, 19 march 2014
At nine last night,
I lay in bed,
waiting for my head,
to catch up with my body.
But as I lay there,
I thought of you,
and all the things,
we did.
Its different now,
me here,
you there,
2000 miles apart.
We haven't talked in weeks,
I no longer have your number.
I've checked in on you,
and they all say,
it doesn't matter,
he's moved on anyway.
But I don't believe them,
because I Love You,
and I know you love me too
Zofia Wingmaker, 5 february 2014
Don't leave me
I can't handle this alone
(You're supposed to be my saviour)
I'm so far away from home
I'm scared, frightened
(Don't tell the others)
I'm not sure I can do this
Can I hide? (Under the covers)
I need your light
Dim as it may be
To save me from hell
To save me from me
Zofia Wingmaker, 20 november 2011
I'm not waving from my balcony
Where I see all but none see me
No, i'm drowning in a sea of bitter tears
My arms are held high trying to keep me above
it's not working
I go under, I cannot breathe
But somehow I am more at peace
I have stopped moving, stopped trying to fight
I take a deep breath, I know it will be my last.
The darkness comes, grabs hold of me.
I struggle for a moment but know it will not let go,
I give in.
At last I see him again, the one who saw me
The darkness is beautiful, calming.
I'm not waving. No. I'm drowning.
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