You were getting too close for me to handle.
You understood the darkest parts of my mind.
Resulting in me breaking yours first.
Before you'd have the chance to break mine.
I shouldn't have let you in.
You knew more about me than I did myself.
It was just an invitation for additional pain.
To end up crying, screaming for help.
Don't ask me questions about why
I have the tendency to think the way I do.
But if you were in desperate need of an answer,
then my response would most definitely be you.
You caused this constant fear of pain.
Don't tell me things will be alright.
There isn't a thing that will make forget
About a darkness I don't have the strength to fight.
I wasn't surprised when you stuck around for the good days,
Leaving the second you had seen me at my worst.
That's why before you had the chance to break my heart.
I knew I'd have to break yours first.
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
Loving you was like pointing a loaded gun to your head, just to find that once you've pulled the trigger, all the bullets suddenly vanish.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
Why do you say you miss me?
There's no need to tell lies.
Why do you say you miss me?
When I won't give us another try.
Why do you say you miss me?
Now that you can't see me everyday.
Why do you say you miss me?
While you give other kisses away.
Why do you say you miss me?
Only talking to me over the phone.
Please don't say you miss me
when what you miss is not being alone.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
It isn't you that's making me cry.
It's the song I'm listening to.
It isn't you that's making think.
Because (I) never did love you.
It isn't you that broke my heart.
It's the (want) for you to be here.
It isn't you that keeps me awake
It's me swallowing down my fears.
It isn't you that makes my heart beat
(It)'s the thrill of being adored.
It isn't you that makes me tremble.
It's the thought of being ignored.
It isn't you that makes me write.
It's (to) the feeling you now control.
It isn't you that makes me ache.
It's the happiness that you stole.
It isn't you that makes me stress
It's the work that still has to (be) done.
It isn't you that makes me miserable.
It's the knowing that you aren't the one.
It isn't you, It isn't you.
You weren't the one that was made for me.
It isn't you, won't ever be (you).
No matter how much I wanted it to be.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
Loving you was like jumping off the stool to hang yourself, just to find that once both feet are in the air, the rope has disappeared.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
*You were never good for me, but I was even worse for you.*
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
you can try to break my heart
but what damage does that do?
if you attempt to weaken me,
I can swear I never loved you.
try to play this game
I'll pretend to fall in love
I can break your heart.
as if winning's not enough.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC
The words keep *t
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Truths and lies
Becoming *h
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and harder to find
Blurred together
between *h
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and grey lines
The differences becoming
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And life has lost all its
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and rhyme
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 7:20 PM UTC
I'm sorry I had let you down.
And I'm sorry I broke your heart.
I'm sorry I ended up leaving
When I said we'd never be apart.
I'm sorry I pushed you away.
And I'm sorry I let you in.
But know you were the closest to me
That a person has ever been.
I'm sorry I gave up on you
And every "I love you" I managed to say.
I'm sorry I promised to be by your side
And for the mind games we often played.
I'm sorry I'm messed up
And for every single thing I do.
I'm sorry I wasn't the one in the end.
And for not being there for you.
I'm sorry enough to say I'm sorry.
Oh, how sorry I truly must be.
To write these words over and over again
In a poem that you'll never see.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
I had always told you I will always love you
Even longer than you promised to love me.
You said you loved me more than the sun does the moon,
But my love had depth greater than the sea.
You said you'd love me for more days
Than there were stars in the night sky.
And I said I'd love you a trillion more days
After the instant you were to die.
My heart had brought me to the final conclusion
That you and I will be together.
But the thoughts in my mind reminded me
That there isn't a thing that lasts forever.
I wish to let go of these haunting truths
So there isn't a day we would be apart,
But you never understood me well enough to know
I think with my mind & not with the heart.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC