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Porcelain 1

He never knew the girl that wrapped her body in self-pity the nights she spent alone with no one else to warm her, blaming herself for every bad thing in her world.

He didn't know the girl that bathes her self in tears the nights shes too afraid of her self to shower because it was the only place her thoughts had a clear shot at every part of her being.

He never knew the girl that wouldn't eat in the morning because it made her feel sick. Wouldnt eat in the afternoon because she had work to catch up on. Wouldnt eat at night because she was too tired the days before she would see him.

He didn't know the girl that whenever she said she was 'sick' it was from searching the bottom of her stomach. Removing any vice form her mortal she could find. And not because of the flu.

Even her herself never knew the girl that felt so out of place in the world that she believed she shouldn't be there.

She'd wake up hours later dazed from the happenings before,
her head lightened from the pounding of her skull against her walls.

She'd wake up with no recollection of the buckets of tears she tried to drown herself in or the breaths she lost from smothering herself until she fell into unconsciousness.

She wouldn't remember trying to erase her imperfections she would only wake up to them multiplied.

She'd never wake up with the memory of the war but always with the battle scars.

She'd tell her self it was okay and that she knew she was beautiful, that knew she was important to this world. Forgiving herself for the way she's been treated and feeding her mind empty promises of change.

The boy that she would never admit that she loved standing in front of her never knew how much she hated herself but now he did. She's the reason this boy whose smile could light up the world was staring at her with tears in his eyes.

The same eyes that resembled the loving hues of blue that laid on the seas and if you stared into them for too long their soft currents could lull you to sleep. But his eyes looking down at her right now were nothing like the peaceful currents of the sea. His black pupils were surrounded by the darkest blues from the angriest parts of the ocean. The waves crashing and churning, threatening to spill over his lashes and down his beautifully porcelain cheeks.

And for that, she could never forgive her self.

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Porcelain 2

That warm feeling that used to radiate through every bone in my body when I looked upon your porcelain features was stolen from me like my heart from my chest, my air from my lungs. 

Suddenly I couldn't breathe, suddenly that feeling of warmth was replaced with disgust when I saw you. 

Your delicate skin on hers.

Cracking and breaking every promise you've ever made.

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Untitled 1

You made me feel safe, and for the first time I was happy. Overflowing with joy your heart fought for mine when there were demons I could no longer destroy. You were able to save me even though you too were just another little boy.

You made me see, for the first time there was light. I had a future and you were in it, it was so bright. But the things I wanted the things I needed, they were too far out of sight.

You made me wonder when I no longer saw adventure in this life. You made me wonder even when all my pleasure turned to strife.

Your smile made me warm, the heat in my stomach was enough to keep at bay any of my crooked thoughts trying to reform. Your smile made me able to stand up to any threatening storm. With you I felt unashamed of anything in me that wasn't uniform.



but.



"no one can know" 

"were just having fun"

"how could I love you"

your words made me run.

For the 100th time, I ran. You made me feel things I've always wanted to feel. You made me see things that I never knew I wanted to see. You made me wonder and oh, I wish I could still wonder. You made me love someone I didn't know I was capable of loving

and you made me run from the only thing I have ever been able to explain.

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Power

Six. That's how many days, then weeks, then months of power but now those six months have turned into six hours, six minutes, six seconds ago.

I've had people confide in me but still mine I won't show.

I think I'm ashamed?

Embarrassed?

Maybe just scared.

Scared that you will laugh at the pain I have shared.

Scared of regretting the vain I had spared.

Scared that if I hadn't you never would have cared.

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You Liked That I Was Different

You liked that I was different.

My strangeness captivated you.

You liked that I didn't fit in.

My loneliness fascinated you.

You liked that I was settled.

My sadness validated you.


You made me feel normal, and my strangeness became nothing but formal.

You made me feel a part of it all, my loneliness went fast it had reached its curtain call.

You made me feel alive, always moving onto something better in life, with you my sadness was no longer a source of my strife.


You didn't like that I felt normal.

My formalness irritated you.

You didn't like that I felt a part of it all.

My friendliness agitated you.

You didn't like that I felt alive.

My happiness subjugated you.

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Unspokenword

I try to go back to our tree and lie beneath the branches but I always end up in tears.

 I wonder if you ever come back here and do the same.



Most nights I think of you with her and wonder why we couldn't have both been in your life.

I wonder if you ever do the same.



Sometimes and only sometimes the memories get too much and I think about what would happen if I never finished this day. 

I push that thought away when I think of you doing the same.

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I Miss You

The cold feeling of your hand on mine that I oh so wish I did not have on my mind, but somehow those chills I once had I am still able to re-find on

my hands

my arms

my lips

my heart.

I finally picked myself back up yet sometimes I miss the days when you tore me apart.

I spent those days drinking and crying, inside I was dying. I knew you were lying but, life without you just seemed so terrifying.

I know, I shouldn't be protecting you.

I know, you've seen what you've put me through. But lately, these feelings have corrupted

my mind

my body

my soul.

I try so hard to forget that year of my life you stole, but when it comes to my thoughts it seems its still you that's in control. I know it's sad to admit but even my life without you feels like a constant blackhole

with nowhere to run, nowhere to go, and with every breath I take tightening my torso. Consumed with anger and regret from head to toe.

But through it all there's still a voice you know.

Telling me more than anything not to and at the same time convincing me that I do.

It's something I don't want to admit to and something I really don't want to be true.

I never really thought I would say this but the truth is

i miss you.

Best Poems Written by Ashley Clarke-Smith

Character Vs Self

Oblivion

Porcelain 1

Porcelain 2

Untitled 1

Power

You Liked That I Was Different

Unspokenword

I Miss You