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Poetry

Moments

Moments

There
are these moments,


These
moments when you look across at someone,


And
their soul makes sense to you.


These
are the moments I live for.


These
moments aren’t great,


They’re
not heralded by a trumpet,


Or
written in the stars for the world to see,


No,


They’re
soft, and tender,


And
between me and my heart.


It’s
simple.


It’s
looking at my best friend,


And
knowing that I’d jump in front of a gun,


Over
and over again,


To
make sure that they get a chance,


At
a better life.


It’s
smacking my sister’s head against the wall,


but
still,


I’d
turn up for her,


When
the whole world seems too heavy for her


To
carry.


It’s
holding hands,


Not
knowing where it’s going,


but
feeling light and happy,


And
wherever this leads,


this
moment is enough.


It’s
groaning at your dad’s jokes,


And
nobody will ever understand,


This
feeling of being me in that moment,


Nobody
would be lucky enough


To
have these parents,


To
be their kids,


I’ve
never deserved that,


Never
will deserve it.


That
one meme sent over and over again,


Because
of that one stupid thing I did,


When
I was 16.


When
she replies with a single ‘kay,’,


It’s
over,


She’s
walking into the arms of someone,


Who
will never love her as much as I do,


But
she could come back running,


And
she’d still have my shoulder.


Hands
brushing across mine,


A
smirk across the room,


A
secret smile meant for me,


Whispered
‘Thank you’s’


My
dog waiting for me,


To
come back home,


Realizing
that all it takes, really,


to
make him happy,


is
my very presence.


Some
people have great moments,


Beautiful
stories to tell,


But
these quiet ones are just as momentous,


They’re
mine.


There
are days,


When
these people hurt me,


Yell
at me,


Throwing
words heavier than them,


Trample
over all me,


They
put up walls,


Push
me away,


Not
realizing that they’re pushing me


Nearer
and nearer the edge


Of
that fucking cliff.


There
are days when


Unspoken
words stretch against my skin,


Caged
inside me,


Because
they’re “busy”.


Days
when I hurt,


Cry,


The
world seems pointless.


That’s
when these moments come back to me,


So
many people I haven’t met,


So
many moments I haven’t had.


It’s
what makes


Every
fight,


Every
battle,


All
the stupid drama,


Worth
it.


I
live for these moments,


This
is my high,


When
I remember that out there,


There
are people who love me.



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