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Madyson Schmidt Poem
When you break my heart do not worry, I won't hold a grudge. Chances are I loved you more than I loved myself.
I'm not saying I won't be upset, but all I ever want is for you to be happy. So in 10 years when you're married and posting pictures of your kids on Facebook, I will smile. I'll think back to the time when I imagined what our kids would've looked like, and how I knew they would have your smile and my eyes.
For a few weeks after our breakup my house will be filled with empty hot Cheeto bags, my comfort food. My diffuser will smell of lavender in hopes that it will calm my nerves and weaken my anxiety before they both kill me.
My friends will try and get me out of the house and they will succeed, but I will not go quietly.
I'll fuss and sit and mope but once they start playing Journey I'll have to forget about you so that I can remember the lyrics.
Then I'll remember singing this song in your car. The windows down and the volume up louder than it needed to be. Me singing out of key and you giving me that look and smiling wide.
Now I'm crying. I'm crying in a club where I can't hear myself crying. Now I'm crying more.
But it'll be okay.
At least that's what I tell myself.
Months have passed and the smell of lavender has faded.
I'll always love you and I'll always turn to hot Cheetos on those lonely nights.
I promise to like every single one of you Facebook in the hopes that you'll see my profile picture and remember me.
Hoping that you'll remember me singing along with Steve Perry and you won't be able to help smiling.
Wide.
Copyright © Madyson Schmidt | Year Posted 2018
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Madyson Schmidt Poem
The Lion-Hearted Girl
She is the girl who adds a little bit too much sugar to her coffee.
The girl on the subway with her head down, jean jacket collar up, and her favorite Paul Baribeau song blasting through her headphones.
The one with a rough childhood. One that isn't so terrible that she won't talk about it but she will leave out some details.
One that you will learn to trust you again, even after you step on her tail.
The girl wandering through the library avoiding eye contact and on the hunt for a book about Taoism.
The type of girl who thinks that getting poison ivy is a sure fire way of proving that you had a good time.
The girl who talks about her problems only when she's happy.
She refuses to cry in fear of looking weak.
The Lion-hearted girl only fears 5 things; Men on the streets, Republicans, Being left alone with alcohol, the fact that her kids will never understand good Classic Rock, and dying alone.
Funny thing is, she's not afraid of dying.
This girl
The Lion-Hearted Girl with a laugh as big as New York City.
If only we could find her.
Last I checked she was at the thrift store just trying to find a pair of jeans in her size.
Copyright © Madyson Schmidt | Year Posted 2018
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Madyson Schmidt Poem
My heart belongs to the ocean even though I've never seen it. I can breathe and meditate to the sounds of your crashing waves. Your sweet kisses you send to the sand.
My heart belongs to the unconditional love the ocean preaches to it's inhabitants.
My heart belongs to the brook. Let it babble its sweet, sweet nothings into my ear. The constant inconsistencies of its waters are so exciting and new against my palms.
My heart belongs to the creek running behind my grandfather's cabin. I apologize for my lacking familiarity with your new currents. I just can't let go of what I once remembered. What I remember of my parents love I mean.
You see I wear my parents promise ring like its a tea cup. To me it's beautiful, fragile but strong, and filled with grace when in reality its faded, chipped, and can't hold much of anything anymore.
My heart belongs to the tides because tides can wash away everything and I've been relying on it to do that for me for years.
So to any boy who loves me you have to promise me not with a ring, but with a stream leading from your river to my pond.
Copyright © Madyson Schmidt | Year Posted 2018
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Madyson Schmidt Poem
It's raindrops on my glasses
A bump in the sidewalk while riding my bike
A postcard not received and a letter never sent
It is an ignored text message and a call from an unknown caller
Closed roads when you are supposed to be home
Melted snow when you just put your gloves on
It is your favorite CD, scratched
A burned out wick and a dried up rose
It is a rainstorm at the beach
A sunny day when you are ill
All of these describe how I feel when I see you
It is just a beautiful inconvenience
Copyright © Madyson Schmidt | Year Posted 2019
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Madyson Schmidt Poem
I never quite let go of you and your eyes. The way they tell your secrets to me without you knowing.
Those aquamarine gems are worth more to me than my happiness so I let you love me and I let you leave and I let you back in. I guess I’m hoping that you’ll love me again.
Let me drown in your sweet aqua one more time because if I can’t love you anymore I am ready to die.
Copyright © Madyson Schmidt | Year Posted 2018
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