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Janie Elizabeth Nov 2017
Take my breath
I need it not
Take my life
It serves me not
Take my soul
It is no more
Take my whole
I'm nothing in this world
Take my existence
It was a mistake
Take my heart
It broke much more
Take my smile
It is fake
Take my body
Drag it to the lake
Take my bones
Bury them under
Bring me roses
I always will suffer
Janie Hobby Nov 2017
What do I write about?
  Should I still write about you?                                                                    
Should I write about my heartache?
And the pain you put me through?                                                              
Give me something to write about?
Should I write about our history?                                                                
about the arguments between us?
The glory you felt above me?                                                                        
I need something to write about
Should I speak of your manipulative ways?                                              
The way you would blame I
Your mistakes became mine                                                                          
it made it all a lie
Janie Elizabeth Oct 2017
i keep my poems short as to not bore you
the fear of the judgement pouring from you
i keep my lines short so you can rush through
the fear of the judgement pouring from you
i keep my words small as my thoughts are too
the fear of the judgement pouring from you
i keep my mouth shut, these words are true
the fear of the judgement pouring from you
Janie Elizabeth Oct 2017
I sing this song to remind you of me
to remind you of who we used to be
I sing this song to remember your blue eyes
to remember how the same blue cascades the skies
I sing this song to remind you of fall
to remind you of us floating above all
I sing this song to remember your lips
to remember the way you would kiss
I sing this song to remind you of me
to remind you of who we used to be
Janie Elizabeth Oct 2017
i write for who you are
i write for what you've done
i write for your beauty
i write for your perfections
i write for your mistakes
i write for who you were
i write for who you've become
i write for who you are not
i write for you
i do not writ for who i am
i do not write for what i've done
i do not write for my beauty
i do not write for my perfections
i do not write for my mistakes
i do not write for who i was
i do not write fo who i've become
i do not write for who i am not
i do not write for me
i write for you
Janie Elizabeth Oct 2017
You
Pictures of us surround me
Memories of us haunt me
Your name stuck between my lips
I choke on it
Your scent lingers on my pillow
i bathe in it
Your blue eyes linger in my mind
I need it
I need you
I want you
I miss you
Please come back
please come home
I'm sorry
It;s all my fault
I'm so sorry
Janie Hobby Oct 2017
If I could go back in time
I'd go back to September 4th, 2017
If I could go back in time
I'd stop you from leaving
If I could go back in time
I'd set my mind straight
If I could go back in time
I'd make there be no meaning to that date
If I could go back in time
I'd protect you from my mistakes
If I could go back in time
We'd still be together till this day;
Janie Hobby Oct 2017
It's 2:22 in the morning.
I am sitting here thinking.
I am thinking of you.
Our mushy little texts we would send.
Our kisses we'd share on my front porch.
I am sitting here remembering everything we had been through.
That night our family argued.
I thought I'd never see you again.
That day I snuck you into my house.
That was our last day.
I cherish it, I cherish you.
I will never forget the memories.
I will never forget you.
unnamed Sep 2017
I love him
He loves me
I make him happy
and he makes me happy
I love him
he loves me
we are together
and always will be
Mikaail Jun 2017
Tub
One day I gave up.
Gave
Up
Nothing more nothing less.
I was done
Done with the world.
Done with life.
All hope in people gone.
Only one thing left.
Run the tub.
Climb in.
Regret what happened.
Take the Razors
Slice
Slice
Slice
Blood is running down my arms.
The water is turning pink.
A tub of blood.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Goodbye...
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