Maggy Henry: Poetry collection
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A collection of poems on heartache
Our favourite #3
I was never so sure then when I was leaving
Never missed you more then when I was away
I still have that feeling
You healed something in me that you didn’t cause
You did it with open arms
You never left
But I went swiftly in the cold of February
Now I’m the one wondering
I never feel more at home then when I’m gone
Can’t remember when you came and went cause you never really left
If I could I would love you
Could I choose a better time for us
Time was never the problem
I just hope you’re happy now
For some reason I don’t believe you are
I’m sick, I just want to be loved but can’t fall
Even now I’m writing and I don’t know what I’m thinking about
Or who, emotionally manipulate
Is that who I am
I’m so scared of loosing myself
I have no control and I can’t let go
Your hockey number was 3
My favourite number since I could remember
Now ours, was ours
Now it’s just mine again
I can’t recall a single time you let me down
But I can remember the times I let you fall
Your love felt so good
I’m in town and I wish I could call
I wish you’d call
There it is again
You were good, I don’t even know you now
I hope you’re still good, I hope you’re still the boy your mom raised
I hope your cheeks still blush
Your humble heart, is it still there
Just lay it all out
I wanna know
I wanna know why
I wanna know every thought you’ve ever had
I just found our old texts and I can’t help but feel sorry for myself
Or is it you I feel sorry for
I just can’t figure this out
My dreams don’t help
Bitter berries or strawberries
There’s this song I listen to
Just to feel close to you
Played it ten times just today
You seem to visit me in my dreams
Now I sing it, I’m practicing
So I can sing the ones I write for you
You’re sweet like the juice of a strawberry running down my chin in the summer time
I’m bitter like the berries on the tree that you’re not supposed to eat
All our old messages are gone
Time took them away
It’s probably for the best anyway
The tension
Chocolate wafers
You and me
I can’t stop why are you still haunting me
Unresolved
Unsolved
Strawberries we never made it to summer
Here I am wanting your protection when I never gave you mine
Wanting your permission to give you the affection you never withheld from me
Bitter berries
You only cried when your grandpa died
I cry almost everyday
I took that away
You cried for me
How could that be
How could I be
This way for you
Window
Sun shining on my skin I don’t even know what time it is
Your windows they have no curtains
So the sun can hit my skin, I’ll just lay here with the feeling of your skin
It’s safe here and I don’t wanna leave
So I’ll just pretend to sleep
Maybe I’ll just stay here, and tell nobody
I’m laying on the left you’re laying on my right
I can’t fall asleep cause I’m already in a dream
But why doesn’t it always feel like this, why can’t you be perfect cause you are perfect just not for me
But that doesn’t cross my mind now and this moment could last a lifetime and I wouldn’t mind
I don’t think I’d notice
I can’t feel anything yet I can feel everything and I’ve never felt this before
But nothing crosses my mind now only you and the sun around my skin
When we smoke you always fall asleep
I pretend to mind but I’ll just watch you sleep
What time is it, maybe 6pm
I won’t ask and I’ll try and forget I can’t stay the night
It all changes when the sun stops touching my skin
Didn’t think that till now
Oh how I think of you and the way I fit in your body
How you caress me so innocently
Your chest a place for my head
While I think of nothing for the first time
I wanna feel you and the sun once again
Kiss
Can’t bring myself to kiss you, so I won’t
I’ll just sit here with the taste of salt on my lips while yours are on another
Wait till you’re ready when I’ve always been
But I don’t know, day by day I am less than sure
Sure of you, I’m slowly moving on
But I’m not
So come here before it’s too late
But it’ll never be too late, too late for you
Maybe it’s me, the one waiting
I’m holding out, I know
Cause touch, it scares me
Not yours, but the hands that didn’t have permission
They still hunt me
I don’t know what’s true
What did he do
I’m still punished for something I didn’t do, I can’t even be with you
My hands the only ones I trust, and that’s taken years
You’ve affected all of my relationships, and I’m just now taking notice
We were just kids, I don’t even remember how old
And I’m too afraid to ask
To think, it’s all blocked out
Now back to who I want to be
Your mom, she says she’s missing me
The memories
It’s February 14th, I don’t care but I still almost texted you
She thought I said your name but I was just talking about something mundane
Why do I still care, I can never let go of anything I’ve touched
Not even once, it’s too much
I can’t explain why you’re still in my mind
I think I can only remember who you used to be but you’re so different now
Would I even recognize your speech
Sometimes I just want to hear you speak
Tell me I’m good and that I’ll be okay
I knew we’d never last, we just wouldn’t make sense
Don’t worry darling
You’d know what to say
You know what I mean when I say the things I say
But it felt good knowing you so I thought that had to mean something
I guess it didn’t mean enough
Do you still think of me when the light hits your skin
Anamnesis
Maybe you don’t remember but I do
Or maybe it didn’t stand out to you
I wanna know what’s in your head, why have you changed in such a disappointing way
They say it was me who made you change but that’s not fair
I’m only telling you what I thought was true
I know you’ll always think of me cause she never lets you forget
Which is not normal cause why does she compare herself to me
The first time I felt like a girl was in your space
Now I have to learn to forget how to feel in your place
But how can I forget when the closure still hasn’t hit
I can’t let go till I know you’re happy
Or am I waiting for me
I don’t even love you
It makes me sick how vulnerable I have to be in order to love somebody
Maybe that’s why I fucked it up over and over again
I still need to get my hair done
I try to keep myself for calling you
You could call me someday and I think you might
I hope you might
I hope
I hope
I hope you could let me know
I have our pictures deleted but their still downloaded
Will you ever be gone
Or will I redownload the pictures
I think you’ll stay deleted
But I’ll never be so sure to delete you from my downloads
I’ll always have the memories of you
I hope we run into each other some day and it be okay
Your man
You stop, I tie your shoe
I can’t do anything, now I pee like a man
You’d point out anything to make me feel bad
One day you love me, the next you hate my very being
I love the way you hate me, I must cause I never leave
You tell me you love me, but I think I love you differently
I wanted to be your woman, I wanted to be your man
I wanted to be someone you’d love and understand
I’d be whatever you wanted me to be, a fish or a servant of your love
All you would’ve had to do is ask
Remember when I used to chew your gum, it was too spicy for you
Apples, they were too hard for you to bite into
So I’d always start them off for you
I still think of your sweet voice and how you did your hair, but I’ll tie my hands to a post before I reach for yours again
Cause my wounds are still healing
Because even when I hated you, I still loved you
Maybe I always will
And sometimes I hate myself for that
Tell me, Rosie
Did you love me
Winter dew
Do you think about me
Cause I still think of you
In the cold winter dew
My mind goes to you
We used to talk and you would say all the right things
Not to get what you want but to ease my pain
The tension between us, why do your lips feel different
Will I always think of you in the cold winter dew
Or will there be a day where I think of you for the last time
I can’t see it, I don’t feel it
Tell me you still love me
Did you ever
They said you did
I’m selfish and I don’t care
I want to hear you say it
Feel your hands on me again
I wake up sick, bile in my stomach
I wanna love you like I mean it
But I can’t
Or could I
I didn’t then but could I now
Do you think about me
Cause I still think of you
In the cold winter dew
My mind goes to you
I wanna hear you
I wanna see you the way I knew you
Who are you
You’ve made some bad mistakes
But I don’t care
Why don’t I care
I have to stop myself from texting you
Talk myself down
Cause it’s not just an innocent text
I wanna know you
How are you
Why can’t I get you out of my mind
Will I always think of you in the cold winter dew
Or will there be a day where I think of you for the last time
I can’t see it, I don’t feel it
Winter it reminds me of you
But so do pearls and the scent of you
Remember when you got your mom to buy it
The backs of my eyelids bring you to me at night
I wake up with you and then your gone
You were never there
You are not mine and you haven’t been
But I can still feel the warmth of your skin
Your hands so innocent and kind
I look back and smile, why wasn’t I smiling then
I’m selfish and I can’t stop
I want you
But I don’t know what for
Or do I
How awful do I sound
How could I know
I was so young then
I still remember the creases on your skin
Didn’t mean to make you blue
They said you were a nice guy, who wore his heart on his sleeve
And oh they were right
I guess they didn’t think
When they told you I was oh so sweet
Cause now those eyes are blue, oh so blue
Didn’t mean to make you cry, didn’t mean to make you blue
Now you’re a holding your heart out all alone in this cold February snow
Oh you’re so blue baby blue
And I’m so cold, I am cold
I’d like to say I could love you but that just ain’t the truth
I don’t mean to hurt you but they say I did
So now I’m here lookin’ tired and so cold, I am cold
I can’t say I didn’t know you’d cry but that doesn’t mean I meant for you to
Let me shelter your heart from this pain but I can’t because my touch makes it go grey
I wish I could love you but you know I can’t
Do you even care, cause I think you’d hurt yourself to be loved
Just to be loved by me
You’d wait even if it made you cry
And that makes me wanna lie
Cause your friends said you had love in your eyes
And that sure scared any love I had in me
So I’d just say, well I gotta leave
They said you’d changed and that was because of me
I won’t lie, I was as light as a feather till I took a look in your eyes
Took a look in those eyes
Oh those eyes
Those eyes were blue, baby blue
Didn’t mean to make you cry, didn’t mean to make you blue
Now you’re a holding your heart out all alone in this cold February snow
Oh you’re so blue baby blue
And I’m so cold I am cold
He’d only ever cried bout his grandpa on that day
Now I’m makin’ him cry
How could it be this way
How could I be so cruel
Just tell me this once, do you still think of me in that bitter old way
Cause I didn’t think you’d be so blue oh so blue
Forgive me I have cried tears that should’ve been for you
My mind was elsewhere and I couldn’t love you

A collection of poetry on self-loathing
Tell me Rosie
I wanted to be yours
I wanted to be your women I wanted to be your man I wanted to be someone to you so I could love again
I don’t really know, I still don’t
But maybe, I don’t wanna
Because how could I love you
When you hate me so
Tell me, Rosie why are you so mean
Tell me, Rosie how you hate me
Tell me, Rosie do you still love me
Her fists hurt all while I’m bleeding and bruised
But tell me, Rosie do you still love me
I really wanna know
Because I used to play breakup songs to get over you
And now how pathetic do I seem
You were supposed to be my friend, the one to hold me tight
And sometimes you did but did you do it out of spite
Your love manipulates me, and I think you knew
I think you could love me, in fact I think you did
But how could I say that when we were just friends
Tell me, Rosie why are you so mean
Tell me, Rosie how do you hate me
Tell me, Rosie do you still love me
I still think of your sweet voice and how you did your hair, but I’ll tie my hands to a post before I reach for yours
Because even when I hated you, I still loved you
Maybe I always will
And sometimes I hate myself for that
Tell me, Rosie
Did you love me
Tomorrow
I don’t wanna fall asleep
Cause then I’ll wake up to tomorrow
And tomorrow
It’s true
I’ll cry in silence
I’ll hide it from you, the best I can
And when they ask, cause they will
I’ll say, it’ll be okay
It settles them, and they’ll leave me be
I want them to stay, but I’ll push them away
All but a few, she is my moon
Knowledge, it becomes my crutch
My body is lifeless but still moving
I can feel everyone’s everything, it’s all too much
I feel pity, but this time it’s towards myself I’ll break upon a single touch, I can’t be bothered with the thought
My pride, it’s shot
It’ll be alright
It’ll be alright
My ritual is that
But then it’s tomorrow
And oh, it’s never been further from alright
There’s nothing to do, so I’ll guilt trip myself into the blues
So it’ll be alright, oh it’ll be alright
Well, she’ll be quite blue all too soon
Deep breaths, that’s what they taught me
So, I’ll hold on tight and fight for what seems to be my life
I want to relinquish my responsibilities
So I can be left alone, but all I feel is lonely and all less whole
I can’t tell if it’s bad this time, or what this really is
But shit, I’m ready to quit
It just doesn’t seem to make any sense
It’s me and my fragile mind
Waiting for tomorrow
Oh tomorrow
Paralyzed
I feel paralyzed, motionless or rather unable to move
Every breath I take, every move I make, every thought I think is being analyzed by an external observer that is not me but is in my brain
It’s anxiety
That’s the diagnosis
That’s the word
It’s all too simple
I can’t live without the definition that defines me
My compulsory number is three
One
Two
Three
And I’ll be free
Until the next
Thoughts, they’re dangerous and conniving
Memories, they’re sweet but all too deceiving
I can’t escape them, can’t escape me
Skin and bones
Skin and bones, they won’t say it
But that I am
Like clockwork, it’s muscle memory
Every morning is the same
When I tell my story
Doctors, they pity me
Their brows furrow, and their eyes drift
Not much to say
But much to see
Hip bones, ribs and all
Anxiety is a battle within itself
I’m not anxious but my brain is
I can’t control myself
It’s just another day, but still I run to the bathroom
Maybe once, or maybe even twice
I don’t want to, but it’s bound to happen
I can’t see, it’s all misery
I can’t live like this, I feel like a prodigy
I’m much too weak, not at all whole
I feel like a bag of bones
I’m much too tired and worn
I’m too young to know what’s in my head
Confession after concession
I’m crazy, I just don’t want to know it
Perfect, I want to know it
I’ll say, I’ll be okay
But I’m silently screaming
Please help me
I just don’t want to say it

A collection of poems on perspective writing
Tears on the road with no load
My home on Brandon Road
At least that’s what they say
See my home is on the road
Got my bed in the back
A muffin on the road, a truckstop where I roam
Maybe I’ll come home
That old dog is a waitin
Oh, she’ll bitch and moan
Oh old dog don’t bitch and moan
I don’t usually speak out of tone, but there’s no cure for that dogs bark
Don’t take me for a fool
I know just how you do
So talk to me
Then maybe I’ll tell ya
Next time I leave
Just talk nice
Just talk to me nice
I’m on the road most days
They say I’ll die one day
On the road they say
Die one day
On the road they say
I’m here nor there
Somewhere in Texas, Oregon, or maybe even as close as Detroit
They wouldn’t know it
I am the working class
Working for the man
Could have been different
If that old business didn’t go-a sinking
But oh well, even if it almost killed me
They don’t listen, they don’t care
Got three sons only one can hear
Can hear my tears
I’ve been beaten down, bruised and bleeding
I’ve been driving home for a while now, but I never seem to get there
I don’t wanna hear a peep, I did it to myself
I don’t got a load, but what they don’t know, oh, it won’t hurt ‘em’
What they don’t know
It won’t hurt them
I got a call last week or so she told me two sugar one cream
I could hardly keep from crying
I looked up at that picture, I keep it on my dash
Oh the one that got me through the border
They don’t know, but I’m here without a load in Illinois, don’t wanna drive back
So I’ll sit here and cry
I’m on the road most days
They say I’ll die one day
On the road they say
Die one day
On the road they say
I’m here nor there
Somewhere in Texas, Oregon, or maybe even as close as Detroit
They wouldn’t know it
Brandon Road they say it’s my home, but my home is on the road
Oh, they say I might die on the road
Maybe that’s how I planned
Don’t tell her I said it
Don’t tell me, all my floors ain’t clean because I’ve been scrubbing on my worn out old knees
And these jeans are teared, that old dog got a hold of them
Maybe I’ll get a new pair next week
It’s not like they’d know it
They’ll be worn and torn next time I’m on that doorstep
Where the horses roam
I’ll piss in a bottle before I say I’m in pain
My bones cut into my skin
The liquor it’s wearing off
Can’t eat
Can’t drink
I don’t want a lick
I’ll say no and they say yes
I can’t leave here, or I’ll never see my good old chair
Not again, I won’t come back
I love you back, there I said it, I love you
Now let me sit here and rot
Let me feel the pain
The pain I didn’t cause
The pain I couldn’t handle
Now no one can handle me
At least not the ones who remember, remember what the drink did to me
What I did to me, to them
The drink, it gets to me
What it’s done to me
I’m sick, old and torn
I’ll be back soon
The drink will come back to me
In my hand, or I’ll just sit here and die
Out for a tour again, wish I could drive
My dignity, it’s gone
Or what little of it was left
One arm on each side of me, to hold me up
I stumble to the car, let’s go where the horses roam
I could be a horse, better then this
I’d find my way back home
One way or another, back to my old ways
Tiny, the river is too high, stay away or you’ll be no more dry
The light it’s in my eyes
I think I can see the old recliner again
She says I love you, I say “you too”
Doppelgänger
Used to be in your bed, you’d hold me just to hold me
Now you’re somewhere out west and I’m still here thinking on you
It’s looking like you’ve moved on or at least trying to
I don’t even want to
Now I’m just one of your ex’s
What’s that, now I’m number nine
I can’t think like this but I am
If it weren’t for the boy that looked just like you, maybe I wouldn’t be here thinking on you
Walked in to write the exam and there you were detracting me
It can’t be your not here, you left me
Could have noticed your doppelgänger any day
But he only just showed up when you left
Is it because now that I’m looking for you I see you
When I had you there was no reason to see the boy behind me
When you were right in front of me
You added a new song to your library
I guess I know now, that you’re alive
It’s silly, but I’m making up so many things just to get to you just to reach you
I used to beg for heartbreak
Just to feel something, surely that would be better than nothing
What was I thinking
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