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Ana Castro Poem
Keep whispering those pretty lines in my ear
maybe this time they'll be true.
Keep reading me the same script, and
maybe this time I'll get my happy ending.
Keep pretending that you
only want to make me happy
keep telling me how much
you love me, and maybe this
time I'll ignore the ache.
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Ana Castro Poem
I hear the preachers talk about
hell like they know what it is,
but they don't really know
what hell is.
Hell is not being able to sleep
until three in morning each night
because you can't stop telling
yourself how worthless you are.
Hell is waking up everyday
wondering why you even
bother to get up at all.
Hell is waking up everyday
and seeing a ghost staring
back at you.
Hell is wanting to shove
any sharp object into your skin
just so you know you're still alive
Hell is being with the ones you
used to love and feeling so
alone that it makes you want
to cry.
Hell is the bed that offers
no comfort
Hell is the food that taste
like ash
Hell is the body that works
against you.
So go ahead preacher man
and tell me about hell.
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Ana Castro Poem
I know I’m a terrible disappointment to you,
I’m not pretty, or clever enough I just fumble around hoping
That something sticks.
I know I have let you down so many times before
That it’s not worth repeating anymore. I know I’m not
What you expected me to be.
I know you must be tired of watching all my failures,
And you must be tired of reminding me what a waste I am
It must be terrible for you to find out that
I’m human just like you.
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Ana Castro Poem
I can't write anymore poems
about you, I've wasted too much
ink on you.
wasted too many lines
on your disappointment
wasted too many words
on your lies
This is the last time
my ink will waste on you.
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Ana Castro Poem
I wish I could hang you up in my closet
Take you out on chilly nights and wrap myself
In your warmth
If you were in my closet I wouldn’t have
To worry about who you were with
You would be in my closet safe and warm
Just waiting for me.
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Ana Castro Poem
Memories trapped in a box
I don’t have a key for, memories that were once
Important all forgotten in seconds
Trying to remember my life
To remember who I used to be
To put the broken pieces back together, but I
Don’t remember how they fit.
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Ana Castro Poem
Don’t blame me for all your defects
How could I compete with all your
Insecurities? With all of your self doubt?
How could I compete with all your distrust?
So is it really so hard for you to believe
That I gave up the fight.
That I was tired of waging a war
I could never win.
I grew tired of waging a war on
Myself, hurting myself trying to
Reach someone who was never there.
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If only you had been different,
If only you weren't scarred into
my memory,
If only you were the person
you wanted to be.
If only I could take back
the years I wasted
waiting for you,
If only I didn't love you
with a fire of a thousands suns.
Maybe then I wouldn't care
when you failed to keep
your promises maybe then
it wouldn't hurt to know
that you'll never love me the same.
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