Bleeding Mascara

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Damn, this is good.

Don't feel guilty. What might have been a clumsy way to write or read to you could be a masterpiece so someone else, i lke Really odd things in poetry and you seem to hit most of them in this poem, so to the average person maybe this is just an average poem but to someone as far out unique and slightly insane to me this poem is something that makes me feel a little less alone when i do tend to feel this way.
Sadly i get the need to validate my feelings, and so this poem does help me durring bad times.

Dont insult your poetry anymore! <3 And trust me I write complete nonsense and watch people like my poetry all the time... Haha my last piece is PRETTY MUCH exactly that, Anyways ill stop ranting on your comment section & if you want me to remove this comment i will because i understand it can be off topic and ranting. *hugs you* Kee writing

Holy crap. Amazing poem.

If you've ever woken up
from a dream so amazing
that you felt empty afterwards,
then you already know my story.

^ This personalizes it to the reader because lets face it, we have all had a dream like this. You did SUCH a good job at doing it that i am envious and jealous at it. It read off the tip of your tongue, the ease was almost like nothing I have read yet.
I really think that the way you started this off was EVERYTHING

It started with teenage love songs
that we sang sincerely enough
for us to go off the deep end
whenever our lips touched,

^I love the idea of jumping off the deep end, i think that the way you are wording this, how its just a story, works so well here. You are literally being built up from the start. Making me relate then bringing me in to get close to the characters.

and our voices became oceans
that violently crashed into
every single wish we ever made,
and drowned the rhythm of our bliss.

AHhhhh Insanity. voices becoming oceans crashing. That is a beautiful picture. So many ideas can be drawn fro mthat whether its yelling, or something that is pure love. Both can be seen here but i think the line drowned sets what you wanted.

Because this isn't a world
where nothing can fall apart
I hung my crusades on the wishbone
that failed to divine our fate.

The use of wishbone made me smile, you are a very clever clever girl, and impressed i am :3 you started this off by stating what i see as fact, then brought it to more or less luck (wishbones) that had failed.

I turned my breath into razor blades,
wearing scars like the colour of my skin,
still wondering how she came my way
and why she made chronicles of our grief.

And this stanza i just relate to well. ~ *stays quiet*
As I ache in the loneliness beside me,
I hunger for a chance to heal.
This fear of living keeps pushing my back
into walls of self-defeat,

and the only image of our shared moments
that is forever chained to my vision
is of her mascara bleeding
on the day that she left.

Holy crap~! Those last two really brought it in. When i was reading i was curious on how you wer going to use bring your title in and you did it wonderfully here...

This poem is beautiful and if i could nominate i would.<3