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Isabella Smith Poem
The cold air brushes my cheeks
My fingertips glide on glass
It doesn't feel like anything at first
It feels numb
The lights in my life shine but the moment of warmth
It crawls back through my spine
And my body cries for you
Copyright © Isabella Smith | Year Posted 2022
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Isabella Smith Poem
I feel like it's a consistent cycle that keeps repeating over and over
Consistent disappointments from my mother
You somehow make your little girl who's not such a little girl feel like a little girl again
Consistent disappointments from my friends
How come you forget I exist until today, my birthday?
Consistent disappointments from my lovers
How come you forget I exist until there are tears from my eyes?
Consistent disappointments from my school
Why am I not listened to? I didn't choose to be this way
What can I do to break the repeat?
What can I do to break the loop?
I feel like smoking is my only way to get away from everything.
Copyright © Isabella Smith | Year Posted 2023
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Isabella Smith Poem
I wonder why I put myself through so much anxiety when I was growing up
My foot would reach for that gas pedal like my life depended on it
The car would run across Orchard
The song of choice would take every breath and throw it in front of me
I would think of everything
I would think of all the screaming
I would think of all the pain that would choke me at night
I would think of all the people who didn't know how they were affecting me
I would think of all of the times the little girl would be hiding under her bed
It seems almost as if my soul knew that It was better for me to get everything out back then
It seems almost as if my soul knew that it was priming itself for the monster who would come around
Even after everything
Even after I thought I found some time of peace
It seems almost as if my soul is back on this track
Every bone in my body screams to be back on that road
Copyright © Isabella Smith | Year Posted 2022
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Isabella Smith Poem
My eyes are dreary
They have been open for way too long
Witnessing
Experiencing
But my eyes know this is not the sight to see
My heart is tired
It has been loving for way too long
Feeling
Discerning
But my heart knows it shouldn't be giving
My mouth is exhausted
It has been silent for way too long
Expressing
Articulating
But my mouth knows that they don't care
Copyright © Isabella Smith | Year Posted 2022
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Isabella Smith Poem
Today I am in Ohio.
My hair glisten in it's hot sun
I am wearing one of those dresses you and I would've picked from Target
My face is bare
I am running in the field in front of my home without shoes
It's like the first day we met.
Copyright © Isabella Smith | Year Posted 2022
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