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Tessa Yearwood Poem
i’ve been compared my whole life
to girls who look prettier
girls who dress nicer
girls who have tanner skin
blonde girls.
blondes are the prettiest
blondes dress the nicest
blondes have the tannest skin
it’s always been a blonde.
every time i’ve been replaced
been told i’m not enough
enough is a blonde.
i’m not stupid
i know enough
to see the pattern
to hear the silence
to feel the sting
before it’s said aloud.
they don’t have to say it—
i see it
i’ve learned how
to fit into “almost”
to swallow the envy like medicine
to smile through the sting of never being chosen
but i’m not going to be
someones maybe
someones safety net
someones placeholder
i am flesh
i am volume
i am more than blonde.
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i clearly loved you more.
if you had loved me
you wouldve put in effort—
we would’ve been together,
only if you had loved me.
you said you did,
but that promise was
as hollow as the way i felt in the end
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i put in too much effort
yet sometimes,
it’s not enough to make them stay
i try and try.
i pour my soul out,
but at the end of the day
i’m left with my thoughts.
i sit in silence and think
i think about what i need to be better
for myself and them
i need reassurance
that maybe i am doing okay
and it’s all in my head.
why am i begging after all?
i’ll know when i’ve found the right one.
right?
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you tell me you love me—
though only after i give you something.
“go to the bathroom”
“it’ll be fast”
“it’s okay” you say when i tell you i’m scared
yet, it’s not okay.
i didn’t want love,
i wanted to be loved.
i wasn’t getting that from you,
yet this still made me feel wanted.
like someone finally wanted me.
wanted us.
in reality i was the one begging
it was all in my head.
it was all one-sided.
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when you feel isolated
don’t burden someone with the unwavering thought of loneliness
don’t ruin a persons peace for your own comfort
when you get to know a person deeper
don’t make a game of it
when they get comfortable
you’re quick to leave
all you needed was someone to talk to
not stay with
don’t trick someone into forever
when you know you don’t have that long
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i look in the mirror
but i don’t see me
i see a clearer version
of someone people want me to be
i view them as fake
while im the one trying to take
their son by
dressing different
acting different
just so i can be liked
while, in reality—
do i even like myself?
if i’m doing all this
just to get a goodnight kiss
is my soulmate truly in me
do i need to love myself first?
do i need a reality check.
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so icky
so stinky
so gross
that’s what we were told growing up
i didn’t talk to them because
boys had cooties
he hits me because he likes me
he flirts by making fun of me
he talks about me to his friends
and says i’m easy
is this what love is like?
i’ve never had anything real
he pays for me
he opens doors for me
he worships me
why is this different
from what we were taught
these aren’t the standards i’ve been used to
is this love?
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love and lust. those two concepts have gotten so confused over time. guys tell me they want to have sex with me but nothing reciprocates love. i need something to last a lifetime not just a moments pleasure. i crave the kind of love that builds a home. something that grows deeper beyond the skin. i don’t need fleeting promises or hollow words, but a steady heart that beats only for me. in a world that confuses lust for love, i seek a love that’s pure, always there.
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there i sat at 1am
thinking about where i went wrong
as tears poured down my face
like an unearthly waterfall
i remember every conversation
trying though as to remember
why did they like me?
did they even truly like me?
or was it a game
only, someone has to put that blame on them
because i didn’t do anything wrong
or so i thought
yet i always catch myself
blaming it on me
once again.
“i pushed them away.”
“i wasn’t good enough for them.”
why do i think like that
if they really liked me
wouldn’t they have stayed
i’ve been ghosted
and i have only myself to blame
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i’ve been told this many times.
lies.
how can you love me?
we’ve only talked for a week
the only thing you see
is a spark
but you mistook it for a flame
you never asked about me
just thought it was a game
you never stayed long enough though
to know the difference
you memorized my laugh
but not what makes me cry
you’ve touched my hands
but never tried to hold my past
so tell me—
how can love grow,
where trust never took root?
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