Anna Pine Poems

Why do i spend so much of my time,
when there is so little time in my life,

trying to be a perfect person for folks who will love me no matter what i do?
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as eyes turn skyward for prayer
or listlessness
or hope
for inspiration
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what is lonely
its not being alone because i am not alone but i still feel lonely

am i happy like this? many acquaintances and lots of friends but none who are there for the long haul.
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what does brave mean?

how do i be brave
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I see every side of you.
The broken inside with jagged edges- the hurt that sometimes tracks down your cheeks on rough days- the kind soul that tries to put on a brave face each day.

I notice it all- the downward slope of your shoulders holding the weight of other people's problems- the tiny smiles, real ones that rarely show- how you wring your hands when you're worried
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I see you trying so hard each day
I notice how you hold your head up even as you carry the weight of everything on your back
I know you are doing your best and its good enough
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its only pain' whispers the worse version of me who sits on my left shoulder. i listen and push through.
'pain doesn't kill' she says 'it'll eventually fade' she tells me
i always listen
i dont know why
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i loved then got left
i was loved then i left
we never loved and both left
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when the swimmer drowns we know that our world is wrong.

the high schooler who wakes up early every day to go to the pool for practice.
take your mark, go.
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how dare you say that i didn't try hard enough
how could you throw the words at me that if only i was around more... the 'if only' will never fix this

don't you think that if i had the power to go back and save him from himself- i would. I'd trade my life for his every day. if i could save his soul from this messy, fragmented world,
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