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Anna Grace Poem
But he is not you
By: Dakota Cowan
He was ideally perfect. But he was still not you.
His touch was soft, but yours was firm and assertive.
His kiss was initiment. But mine was not.
His hugs were warm and safe, but his heart beat did not match yours.
His presence was a sense of protection, but I wasn't looking to be protected.
His eyes were the prettiest shade of green, but blue is still my favorite color.
He has the most perfect curls, placed in just the right spot. But I liked his hair better when it was wet and wavy. Like yours is when it is dry.
His texts made me smile, but yours gave me butterflies. He made his feelings clear, but for some reason I like mysteries.
His body fit perfectly against mine, but his arms rested a little bit lower than yours did.
His personality was a lot like me, but I didn't want someone like me, I wanted you.
He was protective, but it wasn't his eyes that I wanted to meet when I scanned the room, it was yours.
His laugh was soft and cute, but yours was contagious.
When he calls me beautiful, I think back on the first time you did. He listens to my concerns, but I liked it better when I was the listener.
His height was ideal, but yours was perfect.
His goodbyes were kisses on the lips, but I like them
better on my forehead.
He answered my questions with actual answers, but a part of me wanted them to be answered with another question.
When we made plans he followed through with them, but a part of me wanted him to back out at the last minute.
He held me close, but he didn't hold me as tight as you once did. He picked good movies to watch, but not the same ones we did. He supported my bad ideas, but I was not looking for support, I was looking for logic.
He looked into my eyes with security, but I wanted to see the risk. Our love could have been easy, but I don't like easy, I like impossible.
He is a great guy, but he's still not you.
Copyright © Anna Grace | Year Posted 2021
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Anna Grace Poem
I am not angry
By Dakota Cowan
the silent screams my heart cried out when you broke me.
the tears stuffed in my back pocket, dripped down my jeans,
knowing you had my heart in your hands
you continued to crush it,
my thoughts were growing louder as my voice went silent.
to you it was nothing more than a moment.
to me it was all the memories we created disappearing.
shattered into a million pieces, you tried putting it back together.
but my silences turned into walls
walls you could no longer get through.
I'm not angry, I'm naive.
for thinking the love i had for you
you had for me
Copyright © Anna Grace | Year Posted 2021
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Anna Grace Poem
Battle between the heart an mind
By Dakota Cowan
My heart lies awake yarning for you
Every sleepless night she finds something new
To hold onto like glue
You linger through my mind as slow as a slug
All he has to say is your nothing but a drug
I hide my confusion with a slight smug
Knowing I'm hiding my tears under the rug
This war is going to end with blood
With both sides, drowning in the flood
My heart rejoices, knowing after the flood-
The flowers will again began to bud
My mind argues saying there will be nothing but damage
So far he has the advantage
Because in the end there is no way i can manage
I am scared to carry the baggage
What the heart doesn't know
There is no way to grow
When the war is over with just a simple blow
Somehow she hold onto the moons soft glow
Convincing herself this is nothing but a show
My mind fights because of fear
With the idea this will all disappear
He puts his best men forward ready in gear
Without the idea the heart will interfere
She fights because she knows what's right
She looks at the light
With excite
She's fighting with all her might
Copyright © Anna Grace | Year Posted 2021
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Anna Grace Poem
Mystery Boy
By Dakota Cowan
My mom always warned me about the different types of boys.
The ones not to fall in love with.
The typical party goers
The high school jock
The class clowns
The stoner boys
You name it, she warned me about them.
She warned me about all of them but one.
You.
The mystery boy.
How come she did not warn me about you?
Was it because she knew out of all the different types of heart break, yours would be the worst?
Did she know if she warned me about you it would make me want you even more?
I mean I get it, I definitely learned the hard way with a few of my relationships.
But those were predictable heartbreaks.
You, you came in subtle.
Quiet.
Knew the right words to say, and when to say them
You let your actions speak more than you ever have.
You are unpredictable
Maybe that is why I am drawn to you.
Maybe in the end it was not the romance novels I was truly interested in
Maybe it was the mystery ones.
Copyright © Anna Grace | Year Posted 2021
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Anna Grace Poem
My heart hurts
By Dakota Cowan
My heart hurts.
My heart hurts in ways i can not put into words
My mind weighs out every positive, to a negative.
My heart hurts when I look in the mirror. Not because I do not like what I see. But because why I see it
My heart hurts when I smell dinner creep up the stairs, because it smells amazing. But when it comes time to eat it, I'm not hungry.
My heart hurts when I step onto the scale, not because I am overweight, but simply the fact eating has become a chore.
A chore I put aside until my body physically needs it.
The five numbers on the scale are rapidly decreasing, almost as fast as my happiness.
9 months ago, I had a goal weight that I knew I would be thrilled to be at. I would be satisfied.
9 months later I have passed that goal weight, and it simply just isn't enough.
Working out was once a chore I hated to do, but its the only thing i can do to get my thoughts silent.
I keep telling myself i am getting better, but the only thing i am getting better at is getting use to the numbness that controls my world.
Copyright © Anna Grace | Year Posted 2021
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