poem of thanks

hippieinthehotrod  asked:

About gifts, i wrote a poem about my counsellor and gave it to her once and she has framed it and apparently put it on her hallway so whenever she goes to work and comes home she can read it. I also spoke to an online counsellor on childline and they shared the poem with head office and it was used in the london head call centre gor a while on the walls! My counsellor also gave me a gift at one point which was a small scissors that doesn't open and isn't sharp. She has one and i have one 1/2

2/2 to cut away my worry balloons (a metaphor we frequently used) and it’s always in my bag to remind me of her support. Apparently she wasn’t technically allowed to give it to me as it could be deemed as a s.h tool (although it doesn’t even open) but she made me promise so much not to do that with it and when she told her leader he agreed that it was okay for me to have. (She’s a school counselor)


Hi, everyone! I just reached a new milestone of 700 followers, and I’m doing my usual ask game, so everyone can get to know me a bit better! I’m also accepting 5 word poem prompts (give me 5 words in my ask box and I’ll create a poem with all of them)!

Thank you all for your support. It means so much to me to know that my work is resonating with so many people. You guys are awesome. 

Thank you for not letting go of me when you had the chance. Thank you for holding on to all the memories and for seeing through me for who I really am. Thank you for being you and always being there for me. Thank you for everything.
—  Poets Love Her
After the heartbreak, I promised to never be that girl again.
I fulfilled the cliche-
I cut my hair short.
Something to mark a new beginning.
I got a tattoo with no real significance.
Most things in life don’t make sense anyways.
I moved further away from my parents and it was more than a metaphor.
I’ve learned that life is harder without the people who love you and returned to sleep in the bed that held me far longer than you ever did.
I don’t miss you anymore.
You still act weird around me, sit in the corner of a room and pretend that I do not exist.
Some days it feels as if I don’t.
There is no one here to love me like I deserve to be loved.
My voice is still not loud enough to be heard over all the background noise.
My friends are fixated on superficial things.
A love that doesn’t last.
A party last weekend where they fooled themselves into thinking alcohol tastes better when you are hurting and fell asleep on the couch of a stranger.
This is a measurement of how much ache we fail to acknowledge.
How many things we kick underneath our doormats just to prove that there is a way to keep moving forward.
If there is a way to keep moving forward,
for me, it has never looked like this.
Day Four Hundred Sixty Four.

I love you
isn’t enough

it’s long nights
and tight hugs
it’s laughter
and curling into each other
when the world is relentless
it’s understanding and patience
endless patience

it’s that you know how i like my coffee
and can tell something is wrong before i do
it’s finished sentences and inside jokes
it’s planning our future together
planning a life
it’s the calm to every storm
the impenetrable protection from every danger

it’s you and me
in this crazy world
taking on every moment
because there’s no other way
it’s happiness
and sadness and everything in between
tackled hand in hand
side by side

I love you
is true
it’s sweet and sentimental
it fills my heart so much it overflows
but it isn’t enough

thank you
is a better place to start

I will never be able to repay you for being on my side through everything, and when I say everything I really mean everything, even when you are ready to walk away from me. You have only shown me how strong value you have.
—  Poets Love Her

This has been something Ive wanted to do for a long time. It’s a lot scarier and stressful than I thought it would be. I am still terrified and second guessing everything about this thing… But to hold this in my hands is worth it. Ive been writing since I was five years old and this is a dream come true. There will be more to come, thank you all for your support.

My book is out! 🍻Please spread the word if you don’t mind! Thank you guys again for putting up with all my blogging about it. I can’t thank you enough. And to the people who pushed me when I literally was about to call the entire thing off, you mean the world to me (you know who you are) 😘

You take me to above and beyond with the sweetened taste of your unforgettable kisses. I spend days searching for you in every little thing I do, somehow it all reminds me of you anyway. The thought of you never leaves my mind. I dream of us being together, raising our family, supporting one another,.being the lifeline for when one of us is barely keeping afloat. I see so much of what our lives together will be like and it makes me feel grateful for knowing I have someone who loves me in a way others could only dream of. I am so thankful I have you and I am so excited to embark on many exciting journeys, tough times and make plenty more memories.
—  Tenari Ioapo // Thankful to have you.

i have this friend who i dont really talk to much everyday besides a hello and a smile and occasional conversations but every time i’m sad i text him and ask him to tell me something good and he always responds right away, no matter what time, with the purest, simple things like, “today i was thankful for my cat because we cuddled for an hour.” or “i saw the prettiest flowers.” and it’s just really sweet and he told me every day to look for the pretty things, the good things, things that make me happy and to write them down and read them every night so i could be reminded of the good around me. and i just think that that is so important and he reminded me of all the good things life has and he is so absolutely right and just too precious for earth.

SHE IS broad-shouldered, firm, and strong. She is the figure looking out over the cliff, feet planted securely on the battered ground. She is the calloused hands gripping tree branches as she ascends into the clouds. She is the archer pulling back her bow, arms steady and unshaken. She will not blow away in the wind. The world tells her to shrink until she’s as light as a crumpled leaf, carried away in the breeze. But she will not give in- she will not blow away in the wind.

SHE WAS a seeker after beauty, a chaser of perfection. She was the girl who read magazines and wished she looked like the women on the cover. She despised her powerful figure, lusting after slender limbs and delicate fingers. She stopped climbing trees, shooting arrows, and plowing her way to the tops of mountains. She shrank. She let herself dissolve, until a storm came along. She watched the leaves as they were carried off into the great beyond, and decided she wasn’t ready to fly away yet. She had a life to live. She didn’t want to blow away in the wind.

—  fight or flight // c.r.h.
I am not the kind of girl
That people fall in love with
My smile doesn’t melt hearts
Or create butterflies
No one sees me and thinks
“Wow, isn’t she something?”
And when I smile I hope he’s watching
And I hope that it’ll change
And maybe he’ll see that I’m happy
And want to make me feel that everyday
And maybe he’ll fall for my smile
The same way I fell for his
But when I laugh he just laughs at me
And how my eyes squint different shapes when I smile
And my face falls just a little
Just enough that he won’t notice
And my blue eyes lose a bit of their sparkle
But it’s not like he’ll even see
Because his eyes are falling in love with someone else
His eyes that obliviously hold my whole sky
Are gazing at her
And my eyes are a river
Flooding out every night
And never quite as full as they once were
—  Unrequited Love
I Forgive You

I forgive you for hurting me
I forgive you for loving me for seven years, only to break my heart
I forgive you for breaking my heart in the most devastating way
I forgive you for cheating
I forgive you for ignoring me, for never even calling to break up with me
I forgive you for emotionally abusing me for all those years
I forgive you for taking all my pain, weaknesses, & insecurities & using them against me
To tear down my already limited self-esteem
I forgive you for constantly lying
For constantly making excuses
I forgive you for using me
For walking all over me
I forgive you for manipulating my love for you into putting up with so many problems
So many red flags
I forgive you for insulting me
For publicly humiliating me time and time again
I forgive you for saying such hurtful, scarring things like, “How do you think it makes me feel when one of our friends looks at a girl SMALLER than you & says she’s too BIG for them?”
I forgive you for wasting all of my time
I forgive you for tainting every good memory of my life over our years together with your betrayal
I forgive you for having no remorse
I forgive you

What I can’t forgive is myself
For putting up with you
For putting up with your intolerant, judgmental, & dysfunctional family
For always taking you back whenever you’d cry your eyes out to me because I never wanted to hurt you
For sacrificing my own happiness to stay in an unhealthy relationship to make you happy
For giving you a place to live when you needed it, rent free for 5 years, and never thinking that you were using me
For keeping the pain of our problems inside because I was too embarrassed to tell anyone, even my closest friends, because I knew they’d all judge me for not leaving you
For not having any self-respect
For never listening to other people’s concerns about how you treated me
For still dwelling on our relationship & the pain you’ve caused me after all these months
For not learning these lessons sooner
For not loving myself

Because that’s what it all boils down to, right? I didn’t love myself when I loved you.


But I love myself now. More than ever.

I love the person I’ve become
Stronger, smarter, more resilient, happier…

So, thank you.
Thank you for being weak enough to lie & cheat
Thank you for being a coward & never calling me to end our relationship
Thank you for hurting me in a way I could never have even imagined hurting you
Thank you for making me realize what a wonderful, deserving person I am

I’ve learned & I’ve grown so much. And now I know what I won’t put up with in my next relationship.

Thank you for setting me free for the guy out there who actually deserves me. I can’t wait to give him all the love I have bottled up inside of me that I would’ve wasted on you.


The only other girl at the party
is ranting about feminism. The audience:
a sea of rape jokes and snapbacks
and styrofoam cups and me. They gawk
at her mouth like it is a drain
clogged with too many opinions.
I shoot her an empathetic glance
and say nothing. This house is for
wallpaper women. What good
is wallpaper that speaks?
I want to stand up, but if I do,
whose coffee table silence
will these boys rest their feet on?
I want to stand up, but if I do,
what if someone takes my spot?
I want to stand up, but if I do,
what if everyone notices I’ve been
sitting this whole time? I am guilty
of keeping my feminism in my pocket
until it is convenient not to, like at poetry
slams or my women’s studies class.
There are days I want people to like me
more than I want to change the world.
There are days I forget we had to invent
nail polish to change color in drugged
drinks and apps to virtually walk us home
at night and mace disguised as lipstick.
Once, I told a boy I was powerful
and he told me to mind my own business.
Once, a boy accused me of practicing
misandry. You think you can take
over the world?
And I said No,
I just want to see it.
I just need
to know it is there for someone.
Once, my dad informed me sexism
is dead and reminded me to always
carry pepper spray in the same breath.
We accept this state of constant fear
as just another part of being a girl.
We text each other when we get home
safe and it does not occur to us that our
guy friends do not have to do the same.
You could saw a woman in half
and it would be called a magic trick.
That’s why you invited us here,
isn’t it? Because there is no show
without a beautiful assistant?
We are surrounded by boys who hang up
our naked posters and fantasize
about choking us and watch movies
we get murdered in. We are the daughters
of men who warned us about the news
and the missing girls on the milk carton
and the sharp edge of the world.
They begged us to be careful. To be safe.
Then told our brothers to go out and play.

Sometimes hope is a thing with feathers
And sometimes hope is a thing with a snow covered snoot

Thank you for walking into my life and bringing in with you a world full of happiness.
Thank you for loving me, caring for me and believing in me.
Thank you for always staying by my side through thick and thin.
Thank you for being all that you are and more.
—  s.j. //to my love, I’m so in love with you